By Uriah Lee Hamilton
Will she cry with me
Thinking of childhood dances
And innumerable lovely memories?
Ghost stories at campfire parks,
Chivalry at water fountains and merry-go-rounds,
She held my arm at the amusement park,
I thought my heart would stop on the rollercoaster
Feeling her breath like an inexplicable kiss.
I want to live my life for ecstatic highs
And to hear her voice at candlelight dusk;
To move around through a city
As romantic streetlights cast loving glances
Into the sweet and drunken night.
I happen to be a lonely poet
Writing immortal poetry
Near the place of our rendezvous tree;
It doesn’t matter where this lullaby ends
Nor where I awake to a stark reality,
I wrote it as a prayer for her protection.