Analysis of a break in a boulder

a break in a boulder

i know this kid
his eyes so blue
when he speaks of me
i think of you

i yearned his ways, his boyish grins
the aches of yesterday--the needles and pins
and for a while i loathed his life
his upper class, his perfect wife
but soon i heard his painful past
the boy next door could just not last

and there he was
merely a kid in his backyard
no friends to play
no prayers to say
tells all of his gods his feelings today
when all is dark--in the night he's a stray

for when i do, i do, i do

oh, how i'd love to fall in love with you

Copyright ©2005 Berthram Bowles