Sunday, June 16, 2013

Mag 173, Smile

                                                    The Promenade, 1918, by Marc Chagall 




Today we shall walk 
and sway together 
you and I,

Soon we may 
skip and dance 
together you and I;

As time goes on 
My dear-we may even fly together
you and I, we may fly

12 comments:

Helen said...

... if we are very lucky.

Berowne said...

Delicately graceful; well done.

LLM Calling said...

Gorgeous romance

Brian Miller said...

smiles...you just might...sounds like a lot of fun you know...
as if dancing on air...
smiles.

Helena said...

I sure would love to be on that flight!

Silent Otto said...

"a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step ", or something like that ....

Unknown said...

romance away...will you. lovely.

Jinksy said...

Nice bit of wishful thinking. :)

Unknown said...

Now I'm smiling! Such hope in your sweet poem!

steveroni said...

Love simplicity in poetry, as in life. Yet we sometimes take great pains to complicate it all.

For me, those ending lines said:
"FLY ME TO THE MOON!"

Thank you for this one, Izzy. It's as good as ice cream!

Margaret said...

I think, in real life, they (Marc and his wife, Bella) had a love that happily "flew". :)

Susan Anderson said...

Sweet promises...

=)