She would dream that rainbows shot silver tipped arrows
She would dream that unicorns would eat the legs off of men
It would seem that she would dream that her shoes were torn
Clowns made threats
And behind that curtain
Something was there
Something she's tried to forget
Happiness was a place she couldn't stay
Finding something wrong with every man
Had to say goodby
And wish there was another way

Thanking God I didn't get on my knees
begging her to stay
I can hear myself say
Oh Melanie
Please stay
And lay with me
Silence isn't golden when it's so quiet
I can hear dust fall to the floor
I sweep it up
And it goes away

By: Roger Harkness


You are free to print, copy or publish any of my poems for education and or charity without my permission (but - send me a note if you have the time). You are not free to print, copy or publish any of my poems for profit without my written consent. You may link my poetry to your website freely without my consent (but if you do, an email would be nice).  Always be sure to give credit to Minister Peacefulpoet (the word witch), otherwise known as Roger Harkness.

Email ministerpeacefulpoet@ministerpeacefulpoet.org