. . . a party
The stars lay in a blanket above.
A gentle breeze blowing in from the sea.
The last light flickers from one lonely candle.
Never before was a night half as perfect
For you and me.
A gentle breeze blowing in from the sea.
The last light flickers from one lonely candle.
Never before was a night half as perfect
For you and me.
But there was a party last night.
Yes there was a party nextdoor,
‘Cause there’s a boy sleeping on the back porch.
You would have noticed a pin drop that evening.
The peace and calm when romance fills the air.
Ambience oozing from Coltrane and Hartman.
And barely twenty feet away, we’d no clue
What was happening there.
No blaring rock and roll.
No bottles on the walk.
No screaming, shouting and no fight.
Nobody called the law.
No sirens in the night.
Just one young man, stretched out on a chaise,
Sleeping it off.
Occasions such as this should be savored.
The combination of circumstance rare.
You may just be the true love that I’ve searched for.
I think though, that the folks in the house that’s next door
Just don’t care.
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