Woman of My Fortunes

Woman of My Fortunes                      April 3, 2007

 

Love in the skies

Like bombers over London

During the Huns' siege,

Dropping its load on my door step.

Am I to know

If that love will ever bestow 'pon me

Its white and feathery wings,

Preparing me for the journey

To the highest heights and peaks,

To deliver me to little bit of Heaven

Foretold to me by the fuzzy specter in my dream?

 

I come to terms with life,

And bring a vase of flowers

To greet Her Majesty of my dreams,

The woman of my fortunes told.

I want to flourish with her,

But doing so would darken her

To a shade a little more gray or black.

She's so beautiful, too beautiful,

The angel in the skies o'er me,

And who am I to deflower her after all?

Tender is the night which gave her to me.

It might be dark, but the clouds bring a cool breeze

So sensational.  Tis true, tis only true.

Fortunes told give off a chill in the bone

And a warm cup of cocoa for the heart.

You might think life is a barren tundra in mid January,

But it's always the beginning of the Spring equinox for me,

For all things being equal,

Life is nothing if not for the woman of a man's fortunes.