From
our flat we had a lovely view,
A window faced
West 54th avenue.
Stairs reaching up to the
front door,
Beautiful mahogany hard to
ignore.
Going right is a staircase to
ascend,
Rear windows facing us at the
end.
Dream images which reveal much,
The
banister smooth to your touch.
Down a
hall another door to enter,
There a piano
awaits in the center.
Persian carpet of
greens and blues,
So soft no need to wear any
shoes.
Elegant drapery covers a
window,
Drawn to view outside and
below.
Flowing inside a nice cool
breeze,
Bringing inside comfort and
ease.
Standing quietly with a nice
vest,
Neatly dressing to look your
best.
Hair combed straight to the
back,
Pants creased, pinstripes on
black.
Blond
hair swept upon my head,
Talking then of our
future ahead.
Dreams emerge each night to
me,
Visions of a life before, I do
see.
Remembering again a pretty
view,
Those years on West 54th avenue.
In
lifetimes bonded never without,
Forever
together there is no doubt.
© Brenda
Sparkman
August 30, 2005
Midi Playing: "My One True Love" © Bruce
DeBoer
"Wine and Song" © Michael
Cox
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