If I had just one wish
to cast into the fountain
at the heart of the mountain,
I would ask for a kiss.
If I had just one chance
to have you in my life,
mayhaps as my wife,
I’d wish for romance.
But as I stand at the edge,
I’m troubled by a fear.
If it’s not your honest pledge,
will I really be your dear?
Sighingly, I choose to return
and spend that coin on love I’ve earned.
There’s nothing better
than the cool shade of a tree
under a hot sun.
I want to walk the burning miles
and face all the bitter trials
with you at my side
as we take the long years in stride
and conquer them in style.
Sweet silver crescent,
you slash the inky darkness
like an ice-cold blade.
I fell in love with
a liar like no other;
she said she loved me.
Can we redeem man
with the acres of stores
of his weapons of wars?
Do you think we can?
Can we wash out the red
that’s staining his hands
and staining his lands
and build something instead?
Can we build silver towers
with the strength of our minds?
Can we plant beds of flowers
and be gentle and kind?
I may not see the way
but I hope, and I pray.
I’ll never forgive
people who hurt others and
myself, most of all.
I just want to hold her,
I just wish I’d told her
how much she meant,
how she was heaven-sent
but that spark grew colder.
It is tomorrow
and the feeling of your kiss
is still lingering.
This shaded barroom
certainly isn’t heaven
but it has spirit.
A (wise) man of two faces 