“Avalon of what is to come”
I remember the day we met
standing there in the hall.
An introduction was made
names were exchanged, numbers soon followed.
And I believe cupids the one to blame
for the events that came after.
The talk on the beach
as the sky was laced with stars.
Your second wish, our first kiss.
Were you as nervous as I?
Talking over coffee.
A pearl jam t-shirt, so sweet.
But now you say
“I’m leaving soon”
and all of a sudden
it is so clear;
that your heart,
it is elsewhere.
It is tucked away in a box tied with twine
waiting for you
in your parent’s house far away,
and I know that it’s where you belong.
So go my dear,
but before you leave
please stay with me awhile.
Just play your guitar and sing me a song
for your voice gives me a comfort
that I’ve never known.
Then hold me near, just rest with me here
and whisper sweetly,
that you’re going to miss me when you’re gone.
Then kiss me slow
and let me go.
