one of those moments

that you wish would last forever

and after the freezing cold night the sun emerged

the night’s melancholy was suppressed, if not submerged

in the golden light as we

lay beneath the chestnut tree

i lied to you and you lied to me

the cook’s radio played a distant plaintive tune

while we ignored the sense of impending doom

the birds they chirped and the leaves they fluttered

lying on the dry grass only platitudes were uttered

i had my jacket rolled under my head

you had that hand-woven shawl black and red

the vapoury white clouds streamed by, the black eagles soared

and out came the buzzing flies, and the little-yellow-bastards we so abhorred

and as a general thaw occurred it concurred

with a feeling of well being kinda’ absurd

like everything was going to stay this way

like all’s well with the world and nothing’d go wrong today

like our thoughts weren’t cluttered and no harm could be done

like everything was sorted in that moment in the sun

through the leaves we saw the sky bright blue

you lied to me and i lied to you

we talked of things from our past over the shared cigarette

steering clear of the weekend since we’d met

like memories of the distant past

would somehow make this moment last

like if we stayed still and did not move

that silken threads connecting me to you

that the jumping spider left behind

would hold us together and forever bind

us here on the grass in the dappled sunlight

where lying together to each other we lied

trying in vain to make light of our fears

and then we’d fall silent holding back tears

and loosely hold hands your fingers tracing mine

memorizing each joint each dusty line

and with our eyes followed the branches of the chestnut tree

and then the eagles weaving in and out of the leaves

each refusing to believe

that soon you would have to leave