A Favorite Spring Day

After play practice, sitting together in the early spring sun, sharing a smoke.

               A jet fighter roared across the sky, and drowned out the devotions you spoke.

               I dreamed of taking your hand into mine, and how soft and warm it would be.

               I dreamed of you, and you dreamed of a singer who was born across the sea.

 

               So many things had yet to come, for us and the world; we had something for hope.

               We never knew the fire that would come, or all the death with which we’d have to cope.

               The jet fighter became distant, it’s roar a dim call against a sky so clear and utterly blue.

               I knew not when we were innocent, and with a mischievous angel we blindly flew.

 

               Above the city, on my own, without sleep or peace or even you to dream about,

               A jet fighter screams across the night, the war going on, though we’re all wore out.

               A song by the singer you once loved plays, and just watch the sky and the city so bright.

               I know worse is coming, I know I want only to leave this world, and once again take flight.

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