"Go take your soul, make an ode to the lonely-hearted." And so I did.
Here's some cheese by yours truly. I had to get this off my chest as soon as I could.
When Dreams Collide
She set out for a stroll one day
Beneath the silver clouds of May
With sun-parched leaves beneath her feet
And knowing that it’s him she’ll meet
Across the field; meet him she does –
He’s not one to betray her trust –
So to the rippling brook they go
And side by side; but does she know
He wouldn’t take her by the hand?
For his heart beats with other plans:
“Not for the lovely dame with me
But for the one in dreams I see,
Sometimes I think of how she’s been
Last time we met, we were thirteen
The skies were bluer, days were fair
And answers to each other’s prayers
We both were; but for keeps? Oh, no
For sep’rate ways we had to go
So we made promises back then
Like ‘To make sure we meet again’
To young hearts, that would seem certain
But the years wear down, just like rain,
The mem’ries… But I won’t forget!”
And thus on her his mind did set.
But what of her who’s with him now?
Seemingly looking at the boughs
Of trees in bloom; she steals a glance
Of him as he drifts by, her chance!
And suddenly, it all comes down.
And then the whole world makes no sound.
His hearth, it burns
But not for her.
How does she know?
In his eyes, it shows.
‘Twas a hint, yet one so strong
That now she really can’t be wrong
Thoroughly ripped apart inside, at most
Woe is her, love’s labors lost!
All thoughts of her lips to his,
Gone – the wind is all that’s left for her to kiss
She puts on a grin, but that won’t stay
‘Til the end of the stroll she took one day
With him, warm yet distant, beneath the silver clouds of May.