Will you take my hand and step in
to the past with me through
an open door
an open window
into sepia-ed tones (warm, worn hardwood
of faded stars gone by
into another land
into another time where
the whole world seems to fade away...
except you and me and yesterday -
Lets sip on cups of tea and swirl
the cinnamon crème-d foam
and watch it luxuriate
into perfect globs of effervescent
conversational catalysts
and let the warmth slide into us (undiminished.
although it's chilly out, we are
in oblivion) Music interjects
in scratchy tones
in soothing, dulcet croons -
the familiarity of it all permeating,
reminiscing, pondering,
communicating.
Will you sit and while away
the time with me As Time Goes
By, relieving
moments that tide you over, refreshing
you for another time (which we forget for now, and
put aside for then) -
in a fold in time's fabric), we
shall share a laugh again
while the Monroes and Hepburns and Presleys
look on benevolently, while you
warm the cockles of my heart. : )
aww, sweet! :) hahah. i thoroughly enjoyed your company, thanks for everything!
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