Bye Bye Blackbird and Hello to Tomorrow

The past years have been a gentle kiss of old memories,

that love light sometimes burns foolishly low..,-

our present life is a collage of broken promises

living in a substituted world.

We have found our shadows in ignorance

and endless patience.

I call your name sometimes

and you acknowledge my name not,

and in the brief romance of our triangle world

is it foolish to want that old feeling?

I listen to your heart

when I have hurt your heart-

i live in frail bewilderment,

and then you touch my hand,

i feel that tenderness of habit

touch my foolish heart.

Our love at times is like the adopted child

whom comes to find that certain truth

is all the truth of hand me down evidence-waking

from the thrill of lies and true deceit.

Our hearts stand and await the melody of loves embrace,

we know our story has yet to unfold

manifested from that beautiful young dream.

We have reposed everything that was once complete,

learning where love is our only story we can conquer.