A Poem from my Youth

I'm just as much of a hopeless romantic now, than I was 6 years ago when I wrote this.


You Gave Me The Night

Give me the night
and avenues bathed in neons,
that meet streets of dusky calm.
In a chit chat café,
a lover at my sidewalk table
sipping Moroccan mint tea together.
Oh the night.
Bare branched trees
distorted by peach street lights.
Your sweet nothings,
and rare sweet somethings.
Confess your love to me
and order us some more.
You make these nights complete,
the city even better.
It belong to us now,
just a couple of hours more
and I have you to thank.
So let's take the train home
and only if I can hold your hand.

© 2004