Let It Be He

To your story, I'll listen if you let me
My eyes are so full of thee
From the moment you've landed,
That endless journey,
Setting down walking towards me.
But in my dream of dreams I close my eyes
You came, from afar, the distance endlessly...
Looking at me with love in your eyes,
Looking at you, I knew I had found you.
Your face in the evening light, setting in your eyes
Through the fallen leaves the flowers
A canopy of white above us
Petals forming a carpet of colour,
With the yellow the reds and greens
There's a different, feel in the air floating above
That day upon the hills
Spring was in the air,
Coming down towards me
Magic abounds in the early morning Spring.
With my words, intact my dreams I could see
In your eyes, the face of a different man
The turmoil the constriction in my heart
That at last I could see you
A face I've built within my mind
A face hidden from my eyes
A face mysteriously, passing by,
With all the intent of a woman praying let it be He
Please let it be HE.
By the bridge, I've waited beneath that canopy
The evenings drawing in
Extolling my verses of poetry that lived within me.
My city of lost dreams
I would love you to come
But in my heart, the dream of my dreams
I knew,
I'd never hear you extolling such words
Those words I needed to hear.
To touch you to hold you close so close
To kiss to touch your lips, just so
As you lie carelessly amongst the grassy dew looking at you.
I'd love to be that dew kissing you
Walking along the green river, it's depths so deep
Listening to the church bells pealing
My, eyes shut imagining was it a dream!
You made me love again
Remembering that story of old
My story and yours
I would recount for those that would listen,
Sitting beside me, a curious story would be.
The warmth I feel for you
Like the warmth of the falling rain
Upon you upon me
It matters not if am French nor if you're the only boy
I can see in, you the enormity, of you and me
Like the monsoon rains the clouds in the skies
The lamps in the streets, with their hazy mists.
Standing alone in the rain
Could not contain the eagerness in my eyes
That lonely spot,
At the bus, stop. Just you and I

By Connie James.