Tami and Jason were
born to be lovers
Met in the park in
games with the others,
When he first saw her
smile
Their story began
That night in his
bedroom
The images ran.
All heat and
confusion
No sense to all this.
His thoughts were exciting
The silence was
bliss.
As Tami saw him her
heart started falling
Romantic by mature
her future was calling,
As she wrote in her
diary
Alone in her room,
She drew at the
bottom
A bride with a groom.
Then she drifted to
sleep
Still thinking of
this,
Her dreams were of
loving
The silence was
bliss.
Love is a flower that
grows in the sun
One Friday in May the
two became one,
They spent time by
the ocean
Their first time
away,
To the rhythm of
breakers
Two bodies at play.
When sleep came upon
them
In one final kiss,
As night closed
around them
The silence was
bliss.
Now in the rooms they
rented from others
Furniture given by
fathers and mothers.
The world closes upon
them
Soon making demands
There is industry
round them
But none wanting
hands.
Stung by every
refusal
He would rage about
this,
When he slept from
the drinking
The silence was
bliss.
Copyright© Alan
Gilbert 2011.
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