7 pm wake up call
Today I had the strangest dream.
There was you and I, working side by side,
In a café down the street.
I guess we were on equal pay.
I started work and there you were,
Sat with me until it started to rain.
I think it might have been in France;
Maybe Paris, maybe right where we are.
We were just talking and having a laugh;
I hadn’t been there long, but lovers find their car.
You knew the café like the back of your hand;
I knew right then and there, that I was becoming your man.
One day I heard you singing a song;
Since then you and I were getting along.
Another round table served, on another day;
We had not yet fallen in love.
There was another room, an outdoor room, beyond the main café.
A place for him and her to sit and talk and find their way.
It had extra tables, with umbrellas
And stacked up chairs against the wall,
For when it was busier than it seemed today.
There was the boss who said “Allo, allo.”
His wife, the owner, I saw here around,
I guess that she would come and go.
Another waitress was cleaning up
And you and I were just talking and falling into love.
You were sitting on a bench
And as we talked, I kept you warm, by holding you next to me.
I think we had always been destined,
Because as I looked at you and we each knew,
You began to lean on in…
I think this could have been our first kiss;
I’m not quite sure I remember it all.
I’m painting pictures as I speak.
I am afraid they will all soon disappear.
So before they do, my one last view,
Of our café will be spoken of here.
You were dressed in black and white.
I was waiting on your words.
We were sober, but we were becoming us;
We were so happy in this moment, so drunk on love.
I was sat smoking a rolled cigarette,
In a wooden wheelbarrow that fitted two.
This wooden statue was our bed;
A feature of the outdoor room.
The wheelbarrow grew in time, as did our love;
By the end of that night, we were true.
It was the middle of the eve;
The moment was right, to say it right,
I think you were made for me.
Then later our boss and his wife they spoke.
He was annoyed at the young couple treating the café like a joke.
“When are they coming back in?
There is work that needs to be done!”
She said “Relax darling, they are having fun
And can’t you see that they are in love?”
And with that, the boss he simply rolled his eyes;
She rolled her eyes too and then they both smiled.
“Oh my love, it has been a while,
Since our old café had a new romance.”
You and I were sat becoming one and the same,
In our oversized wooden wheelbarrow,
Hand in hand in the rain.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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Awwww..... lovely.
Thank you. This is a dream I had last year and maybe, one day, I will meet the woman of my dreams...maybe I already have...
"They can come true...
Yeah...
They can come true...
Move a step closer, you know that I want you.
I can tell by your eyes that you want me too.
Just a question of time, I knew we'd be together
And that you'd be mine. I want you here forever.
Do you hear what I'm saying? Gotta say how I feel.
I can't believe you're here, but I know that you're real.
I know what I want and baby it's you.
I can't deny my feelings because they are true.
Dreams can come true..."
Gabrielle - Dreams
Oh I hope so!
i love the imagery, and all the little details!! it really feels like falling in love, when you notice all the small things about people and remember bits and pieces of things but not the whole picture, its like a haze and you captured it well!!
Thank you. I really like this poem because it reminds me of a beautiful dream. I had to write this poem so I wouldn't forget the dream, or the details...
"Can't you see, I love you?
Please don't break my heart in two;
That's not hard to do,
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.
And if you say goodbye,
Then I know that I will cry.
Maybe I would die,
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart.
There's no strings upon this love of mine.
It was always you from the start.
Treat me nice, treat me good,
Treat me like you really should,
'Cause I'm not made of wood
And I don't have a wooden heart."
Wooden Heart - The Lizards' Convention
That dream turned into a nice love story! Well done.
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