I want to walkdown a street
I've seen
only in my mind
everything is
black and white
lampposts
mature trees
lining the way
in the distance
storefront lights
a park
the evening is young
the streets busy
candles burn
in restaurant windows
and I'm
just walking
in black and white
with you
8 comments:
Your words are strangely nostalgic. I've seen that street before. xx
Elise, what a lovely way to put it. If this were darts, that was a bulls-eye.
Enchanting.
So smooth in conveyance, like a soft breeze off the sea bringing a balm of salt and endlessness, each verse further absorbs one into this blissful vision that you have described so handsomely. The tint on the one hand evoking nostalic images of picture perfect prints and charming movie scenes and on the other it is suggestive of possibility, in the attainable sense, a tranquil and appealing scenario not set in some distant location or describing something unconventional thus it is remindful that the greatest pleasures come from the simple things in life. Your words describe an idyllic scene, effecting a corresponding dreaminess as one reads, only then to become conscious of how normal the picture is, so wonderfully done. A wonderful poem in so many ways.
Thanks Sunshine. Got a little black dress? :-D
The perfect one. :-)
And the soundtrack would be? Lovely scene - so close, yet just out of reach.
Victoria, excellent question. If I were directing this scene, and on this blog I am, Chris Botti and the Boston symphony are playing Silent Night.
A very close second and third would be Paula Cole singing If I Loved You and/or The Very Thought of You (both with Botti).
Oh, Victoria, there is one more selection that may be best of all:
Renee Olstead (w/Botti) singing, Someone to Watch Over Me--my favorite version of this song.
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