ASYLUM STREET

Asylum  Street,  Asylum  Street...
The  air  is  thick,  the  air  is  sweet.
A  thunder  strikes  above  our  heads  -
And  we  don't  walk,  we  run  instead.

Asylum  Street,  Asylum  Street...
Wet  pavement  under  bare  feet.
With  shoes  in  hand,  we're  running  home
Through  pouring  rain,  wet  to  the  bone.

We  reach  our  shelter,  out  of  breathe,
The  thunderstorm  has  paused  to  rest.
Our  pounding  hearts  drum  beats  galore
And  words  don't  matter  anymore.

When  darkness  wrapped  the  lights  in  shade
The  lips  had  met  and  loves  were  made.
And  as  our  fingers  interweaved,
I  cried  in  happy  disbelief.

Asylum  Street,  Asylum  Street...
Who  knows  if  we  will  ever  meet
In  this  or  any  other  life,
In  thunderstorms  amid  July.

I  dream  of  rain  and  grayish  sky,
I  dream  of  flying  through  the  time.
A  lightning  flash,  my  path  is  lit:
Asylum  Street,  Asylum  Street...
2013

адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=428027
Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 29.05.2013
автор: Скресла