Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Waiting...

If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line
And you know dispersive prisms rainbow
But my native optimism isn't broken by the light

The idea of life without company fell suddenly
It crashed through the ceiling on me
And pinned me to the pine
And layer upon layer of hope and doubt
Will crush bones to oil in time

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
I pull the weight towards me
And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward
Unless I have a woman pushing me

A canopy of red-billed quelea
Passed over the blue
A five hour flock, not one dives down
To tell you the truth

As night falls, a quelea crawls
And whispers on his last wings
So abundant are we, left alone I shall be
But a waited phone never rings

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
I pull the weight towards me
And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward
Unless I have a woman pushing me

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
We could hold hands for fifteen minutes in the sauna
We could hold hands for a pool length under water
I can push and pull
Her

If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line
A Flock of Red-Billed Quelea

5 comments:

FreeThinke said...

"Behind every great, distinguished and highly successful man is a woman who is absolutely flabbergasted."

~ Eponymous Balderdash

Red Herring said...

Wanna know what's worse than a male chauvinistic pig? A woman that won't do what she's told.

FreeThinke said...

__ Waitin' For My Dearie ___

Many a lassie as everyone knows'll
Try to be married before twenty five
So she'll agree to most any proposal
All he mus' be is a man an' alive

I hold a dream an' there's no compromisin'
I know there's one certain laddie for me
One day he'll come walkin' o'er the horizon
But should he not, then an old maid I'll be

Foolish, ye may say
Foolish I will stay

Waitin' for my dearie, an' happy am I
To hold my heart till he comes strollin' by
When he comes, my dearie, one look an' I'll know
That he's the dearie I've been wantin' so

Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives
I'll not ever, ever grieve
For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by
For ye see, I believe

That there's a laddie weary and wanderin' free
Who's waitin' for his dearie, –– me!

What do ye do while ye're waitin' around
For your lad to come your way?
Well, when no one is lookin', ye kneel on the ground
An' ye pray an' ye pray an' ye pray

But when lassies sit an' have no men
Oh, how long becomes the night
But I fear the night is longer
When the lad's no' right

Waitin' for my dearie is sweeter to me
Than wooin' any laddie on the lea
Dreamin' of your dearie an' idlin' the day
That's how I am. an’how I'll ever stay

Though I'll live forty lives till the day he arrives
I'll not ever, ever grieve
For my hopes will be high that he'll come strollin' by
For ye see, I believe

That there's a laddie weary an' wanderin' free
Who's waitin' for his dearie, –– me!


~ from “BRIGADOON” (1947) - words by Alan Jay Lerner, music by Frederick Lowe

WomanHonorThyself said...

oh boy..I best sit this one out..LOL

-FJ said...

Sorry to scare you off, Angel! ;)