One day

I listen to the old brown rusted old school radio

That sits at the front of my dresser

While I try to fall asleep

The only thing that is beating my air drums

Is the sounds of Donny Hathaway and Luther Vandross

While I close my eyes I vision lovers on the beach

Hand to hand frolicking with every beat

Beat matching the tempo and rhythm of the song

Oh how I love to listen to songs that take me back

Back to the place where my mother and father fell in love

Back to a era in time when music was real music

And people wanted to start peace

Instead of committing crimes

Maybe one day we will get back to that place

And then I will open my eyes

And will feel at peace

Reflection

While I sit here on the bench

I see many things and imagery

A couple romancing at the park in front of a picnic basket

His lips pressed on to hers

While her hair flow in the rhythm of the wind.

The food aroma roaming through the sky.

I wonder many things about the couple,

Are  they married?

Are they really in love?

A hand touches my shoulder

And I notice that the couple is me and my lover

And truly I can say

Yes I am married

And yes I am in love