the reflected star lights in your eye
sparkling on unknown waters
leaned heavily upon my
shoulders, yoke-like,
a load too heavy for my slightness.
I tried to fight this fight
although I’ve known
it ain’t a fair one,
although I’ve known
the odds aren’t betting odds.
but as the lush velvet curtains drew
and the tab was paid
and the cabs were called
and the word was spoken
the band changed its tempo
to that melancholy tune from afar…
the one that is bitter in its sweetness
and lovely in its slowness.
it pierced the air
piano key by piano key
pulling the air, sucking it in,
stabbing and stinging and searching
for that one perfect shot that connects,
the one that remedies,
the one that is just right for the job.
it had gone already
glancing past that strong chin
soaring just beyond that
delicate brow
and settling right back where it began,
a universally collective sigh.
