(I promised a poem about the Buble concert - well... it's partly about the concert at least :)
we didn’t wait for the moment -
lights went down, lights came up -
it would have happened without us -
but we were there, and it was good, -
and when the lights went down for the main show
a kiss
when the lights came up,we heard,
love songs, love songs, love songs
sung by a self effacing, self proclaimed
"wanna-be" hockey player
it felt, exclusively, as it should,
it was only for her, for me, for we two
those love songs, from everything, to home
to stardust and back, were sung for us
we held hands, leaned into each other
straining to hear it all,
beckoned by name,
draw closer to the song,
draw closer to each other
we applauded, the ovation, the curtain call,
the encore, "singing my song for you"
we walked to the truck
drove home, game over
we had fallen
together
tumbled
struck down
by love
7 comments:
every meese that's stupid enough to come in my bedroom and enter the mystical cube of peanut butter and no escape and wake me up at three in the morning.
Buble is indeed a phenomenon. Its great to experience the talents of a person who is in his element. His life choices encourage other people to follow their passions and live their own dreams.
that sounds absolutely magical! glad you guys got to share it...
Sounds like you had a great time!
The poem is so exuberant! A powerful source of inspiration; the combination of love and your favorite musician singing love songs.
How wonderful it must have been - I am envious!!
It sounds so awesome! And romantic...
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