Copenhagen

Several years ago
A day in early spring
In a Copenhagen bar
I heard a skylark sing
In a slow speed silent movie
There’s a snow kissed winter scene
Your pretty face is glistening with tears
In that half remembered moment
Silent and serene
The town hall bells are chiming down the years
A simple pack of crayons
A pavement master class
On a city center street
Our fortunes came to pass
They washed away your cartoons
In the Copenhagen rain
You were drifting in the mull
Of broken dreams
A thin veneer of laughter
Hid the tantrums and the pain
A photograph is seldom what it seems
Magic as in lantern pastel colors bright
Treading through the blossom
In the softly fading light
A cutting from a paper
On the entertainment page
It’s good to catch the ink
Before it dries
The audience was drawn
To a Tivoli Garden stage
Our future passed before us
Through their eyes