The Composer

Watching him closely, I imagine me there On camera, he's sitting still in his chair Hands on the ivory, composing his songs While I sit here waiting, it's been so long Each frame will refresh in time I will see When he has enough time to talk to me He’s busy, with each project, for television he writes His keyboard is illuminated by soft ambient lights I watch him create each song and each note Out of his creativeness, each one seems to float Captivated by the humor and smile that he brings I dream of us together, adulterous flings He’s married, he's happy, his wife doesn't know That secretly he's online enjoying my "show" Four years have gone by, since I met him online We’ve shared intimate moments, our stolen times Although we've never met face to face I’ve dreamt of his arms, his warm embrace His lips touching mine, the closeness, desire In dreams, he's set my body on fire. I know in my dreams, is where he'll remain These feelings for him, I’ve got to refrain I tried and tried, I just can't ignore These feelings for him, what are they for? I’ll never be with him, this I can see Never his wife, I won't ever be An online mistress, a secret, a fling Adulterous dream, the thoughts that he brings My mind is full of thoughts about us Seeing him, talking to him, definite must But when the night calls, goodbye will soon follow And my dreams will continue, at least till the morrow.For "Dilbart"... my friend, always! Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 05:21 PM PST    0 • 10