Sweet Contentment

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I sing an old song

About the time that could have been

The night of all nights

Cut out from a dream.

But words weren’t mine

And courage wasn’t yours

So we dropped the hands of time

And turned love into stone

But you don’t listen

Instead

You sing an old pop song

About flying birds without a home

While you count lamp posts

As we move along.

You talk about the weather

I decided it will always be sunny on my side

But you see the clouds before they gather

You tell me I need to run for cover

But I don’t listen

Instead

I laugh at your cynicism

I tickle your pride

I tell you how I love

The dark ocean inside your eyes.

I smell spring when I’m with you

I say words that don’t rhyme
And tonight I find sweet contentment
Resting by your side.

(Even though it is a moonless night)