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

14 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

So sweet!!

Tess Kincaid said...

Delightful...

Helen said...

... if we are very lucky.

Berowne said...

Delicately graceful; well done.

Emma Major 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!

Kutamun said...

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

himani rawat nayal said...

romance away...will you. lovely.

Jinksy said...

Nice bit of wishful thinking. :)

Robyn Greenhouse said...

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

Steve E 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". :)

Sue said...

Sweet promises...

=)