Tuesday, 22 December 2015

The radio



The radio is playing some old songs on the porch, as the sun is setting in for that day, and as it is leaving us, an orange purple glow engulfs us, me and my sweetheart, swaying to the music, and as we are surrounded by this beautiful light, I look into hear big beautiful eyes and say:

You know me, you know that i don’t have much, i have never been a big important man, nor have i ever accounted to anything, and most likely, never will, I don’t have a big important family to fall upon once hardship sets in, all i have is me, the shirt on my back, and very few worldly positions that don’t account for much, but i have you, and that account for a lot, that to my is more than all the wealth of this earth.

These moments spent beside you, close to you, dancing, is worth this world and all it’s contents, and when i can hear your heartbeat from a thousand mails, and the heavens open up every time you smile, you take away my troubles, you take away my grief, and you take away my heartache, in the night beyond belief.