So Much To Be Sure Of

I should have said this never ends.
I was too busy combing your hands,
Shining your mirrors, making amends
With spirits once buried in the sand.

The downtown bistros are twinkling,
Harmonics drift past park benches.
All the showboats are slowly sinking
Into the sash of the river’s trenches.

So much to be sure of and yet unsure,
Presiding over this pocket of world,
Where summer night’s calm endures
For smiling boy and painted girl.

Emerald streams dance across the river,
Guitars sing sonnets in the valley below.
Night breathes full as I hold and kiss her,
While the eyes of the city swing low.

If only they knew how much I’ll miss her.
If only they knew I’d rather not go.