Second Chance

Travel-worn like a favorite suitcase, Beat up and threadbare, but I still look good To a pair of familiar eyes that will hold me For a moment, before they light up with recognition, And they'll smile, and the lights go up around me, and my heart will sing again. Because I need to be with someone who understands just where I'm coming from. That someone who's shocked when I misbehave yet supportive (in that wicked way That I simply can't convince myself that I don't adore, And while it isn't my thing, to yield to temptation, For him I'll always make an exception.) I'll find him mingled with this crowd of vagabonds And gypsy wagons filled with myths and mists, Somewhere between prophesy and a stiff drink. Our souls will meet again and return the gifts We'd stored away until this very moment. His familiarity will be the antidote to my traveling ills. While in the company of my old friend, I'll shelve the pangs And disappointments of my life to make room For the second chance I'll be granted. At least so I dare to dream, and for the sake of the lost, And those searching, Dear God, please let it be.Anyone have a better idea for a title? "Second Chance" seems to not quite fit... thanks... Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 01:24 PM PST   0 • 8