Streetlamps and Starlight

This is not a poem of sadness

This is a poem of longing

Not the longing of a starving peasant

Or the yearning of a weary soldier

But a longing like

The scent of red rubber dodgeballs on asphalt

The lamplight brushed across the face of friends on a twilight adventure

The knowing dreams of a mountainous waffle breakfast that surely awaits in the morning

It's not a poem of lust

But a poem of love

Not the love of a starstruck schoolboy

Or an impassioned prince of a far off land

But a love like

Staring into the starry night on a bed of grass

Watching from the sidelines knowing you will get your shining moment

Singing with the birds at sunrise

This is waiting for

                            The one because

You know that

              They're waiting

For

          You.