A Waterfront Cafe

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A Waterfront Café

Canto I. His Thoughts

 

[A sunset on the Pacific Ocean]

{A patron}
I saw him sitting there again, gazing at the lonely horizon.
He seemed lost in contemplation; I craned to hear his thoughts;
His appearance most sincere.

{An admirer}
All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea.
Solitude in open space is why I’ve come; come to twilight’s door.
And there you are,
And there you are...
‘Why does my reputation precede me?’ Solitude being one thing; but, lone in
solitude rustles at my legacy of woe.
And there you are...
I see beauty, but there’s more in this beauty;
it’s how the wind softly lifts her hair and
how her dress rests upon her being in such warm caress. 
And there you are...
And I know this; it is not the clothing or the hair but what’s inside
that makes the clothes she wears.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
I am to be strong and bold and chivalrous?! My preference, a warm caress.
I would like to know what makes her stand that way.
I have my thoughts,
but it’s her heart song I so desire to realize.
Her composure draws me nigh. The sun setting beyond her aura
makes my heart aglow and I long to wash upon the shore of her terminus.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
Her beauty is quite compelling, but I would wait for the right moment in time to
say the words that make her feel the beauty I see; the beauty of her being
that entrances me.   
[How to put that into words and show I care]
And there you are...
Inside I stand so close to her; near the waterfront, near the sunset, near her heart,
near her soul; just outside her touch.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
I am to be strong and bold and chivalrous!? My preference, a warm caress.
And I know this: I see beauty; I hear psalms; she draws me nigh; she makes my
heart aglow; all this, inside me, near the waterfront, near the sunset, near her heart,
so near her soul. Still so far away...
[How to put that into words and show I care]

All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea...
And there you are,
And there you are...

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Canto II.  Her Thoughts

[A sunset on the Pacific Ocean]

 

{A patron}
I saw her standing there again, gazing at the lonely horizon.
She seemed lost in contemplation; I craned to hear her thoughts;
Her appearance most sincere.

{An admirer}
All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea.
Solitude in open space is why I’ve come; come to twilight’s door.
And there he is,
And there he is...
‘Why does my reputation precede me?’ Solitude being one thing; but, lone in
solitude rustles at my legacy of woe.
And there he is...
I see a handsome man, but there’s more in this fetching appearance;
it’s how he gazes at the sunset with calm attention and
the way he sits so proud on that wrought iron chair as though it were a throne.
And there he is...
And I know this; it is not the calm attention or the chair but what’s inside
that makes this man to appear so debonair .
[How to put that into words and show I care]
I am to be weak and pretty and in distress! My preference, a warm caress.
I would like to know what draws him to come this way.
I have my thoughts,
but it’s his heart song I so desire to hear.
His composure draws me nigh. The sun setting
makes my heart aglow and I long to wash upon the shore of his terminus.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
His strength is quite compelling, but I would wait for the right moment in time to
say the words that make him feel the strength I see; the strength of his being
that entrances me.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
And there he is...
Inside I stand so close to him; near the waterfront, near the sunset, near his heart,
near his soul; just outside his touch.
[How to put that into words and show I care]
I am to be weak and pretty and in distress! My preference, a warm caress.
And I know this: I see strength; I hear psalms; he draws me nigh; he makes my
heart aglow; all this, inside me, near the waterfront, near the sunset, near his heart,
so near his soul. Still so far away...
[How to put that into words and show I care]

All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea...

                         And there he is,
And there he is...

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Canto III. A Place In The Sun

[A sunset on the Pacific Ocean]

{A Patron}
All these months I have come to the waterfront
only to see them stare! First the water, then the
sunset, and then a nonchalant glimpse her way,
then his way! They are the same shore but oceans apart!
How to tell them that I see how much they care!

{An Admirer, He}
All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea,
And there you are...

{An Admirer, She}
All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea,
And there he is...

{A Patron}
I see an off duty water at his table,
I ponder if he’s seen as I have seen,
I’ve not known him to sit at another’s table.

{An Off Duty Waiter}
“Such an alluring sea,
a temptress and a tempest nearly equally.
I ponder of the woman who comes daily
has given her heart to one lost at sea.
She seems so withdrawn, but it might be me.
Even if the scenario were true,
no one should be left staring at an ocean blue.
The sunsets should never be viewed alone,
I ponder why you don’t tell her how much you care.”

{An Admirer, He}
“O, how she puts the wind in my sail,
I long to tell her how much I care, the
words evasive and I fancy my mental affair.
Perhaps one day, one day I’ll find the words that hale!”

{An Off Duty Waiter}
“Perhaps one day,
or perhaps not,
but there’s only one way to tie a fisherman’s knot,
a fisherman indeed may be the one to take her sway.”

{A Patron}
Not long and the waiter bid adieu
and walked to the shore,
stood near the lass and calmly looked her way,
and inquired of the man at the table.

{An Admirer, She}
“I know him not!” I heard her say,
“But he seems nice in a reserved way!
I long to tell him how much I care,
words evasive and I fancy my mental affair.

{An Off Duty Waiter}
“Perhaps you will,
or perhaps you won’t, but
as the setting sun greets another’s day
the horizon has an end,
and fisherman with their knots hold the sway!”

{A Patron}
And with that said,
he turned askew and nodded his head,
then walked away.

I saw the man from the table rise and
walk to the waterfront,
And there they were,
near the waterfront, near the sunset,
near their hearts, so near their souls,
and no longer far away...

{Epilogue}
All these days I come to the waterfront to catch a glimpse of an alluring sea
And there they are
And there they are...

 

Excerpt

I am to be strong and bold and chivalrous?! My preference, a warm caress.
I would like to know what makes her stand that way.

I am to be weak and pretty and in distress! My preference, a warm caress.
And I know this: I see strength; I hear psalms; he draws me nigh;
 

Inside I stand so close to him; near the waterfront, near the sunset, near his heart,
near his soul; just outside his touch.
[How to put that into words and show I care]

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