Just suppose we meet at a quaint cafe

Down among the village scene,

Crowds lined in anticipation;

The latest gossip about Justin B.

Something of a promise to appear with Sheila E?

Those peace loving groupie's,

With sounds of laughter filling the chestnut smoked filled air;

A beacon of light to a hurting world in need,

The over turned bagel on the sidewalk with sauce.

Lover's hand in hand savoring a kiss so smooth in twilight vision,

Emancipated from the shelter of deliverance.

A smile of a lonesome child proned to inner fear,

The glance again for a quick sample of romance?

A challenge to be set free is a question in time?

How you had fought to silence the tear,

Yet now your truest love was gone from here.

In fashionable decorum to silence it's beckoning glance;

Laughter brings a sense of lifted love,

With shadows proned to falter in the inner desolation.

The beauty of N.Y.C.

For some, an enchanting place of make believe?

A whisper and then a sigh,

The love of fashionable decorum touched in the heart of a passerby.