sit and...

I'm sitting here...

I'm sitting here and you are sitting there,
You're telling me what's happened since we met,
And I am happy for I love to share
All aspects of your busy life. And yet -
Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face,
Rebellious mind strays from your argument
And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace
And memories of what our kisses meant.
I try to concentrate, but cannot find
Much aptitude for logic when you're near.

I'm sitting here...

Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind?
You're sitting there and I am sitting here
Just longing for the moment when you'll say,
With outstretched arms, 'You're rather far away.'

Mary Spain

Straw of Berries

Not All in Life Is Strawberries and Cream

Not all in life is strawberries and cream
not all that shines
are diamonds that gleem
there are roads of pebbles
and roads of asphalt
there are raging rivers
and silvery streams
but not in life
is strawberries and cream

There are ways to do things
that flow like the afternoon wind
there are voices that sing
that ascend to the heights of heaven
and voices that crash
under the waves of the sea's
there are hushed whispers
and there are piercing screams
but not all in life
is strawberries and cream

The disappointment of blunder
hearts and visions sawn asunder
i wait to yield my harvest
toiled for so long and hard
a striving toward the golden horizon
to reap some forgotten bounty
found after times bitter and long
i open a door in a world of dreams
to realize...

That not all in life
is strawberries and cream

Allen Steble