dear God,
give me an Ethan Hawke.
someone i will meet on a subway
whose mind i will get to know first
before all the pleasures on earth
someone who still believes in ghosts and fairy tales
whose stories are fresh, innocent, young and new
whose thoughts thrust the deepest
someone i'd love to see when i close my eyes
whose face, lovely as the sunrise
and painful as the sunset
someone whose smile brings new life to the morning
whose voice, cold as the moonless night
his mere sigh completes this journey
we'd be talking forever
about life, dreams, love, and passion
stardust would fall on our hands, and we are married
give us a palmist, a pianist, and playwrights
and people who will drive us crazy,
we'd be lying down the grass, kissing underneath the endless sky
bring us on top of the city
where we can see the lights fading
the world waning, 'til it's just the two of us
and we will meet a poet by the riverside
who will sing away the troubles of our lonely past
and write our story over milk shake and cigarettes
bring us to the cemetery
where we can bury our fears of death
and remind us that tomorrow, our hearts will die in grief
for that man, whom i will meet on a subway
will be the sweetest enemy of my fate
with whom saying goodbye will be the hardest
but let our paths cross again after some years
and give us not a single minute to blame
ourselves, for breaking our promise
grant us, o Lord, the night we had together
i will hold him tight and kiss him
'til we finally consume, all, before sunrise...
Julie
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