High Hopes

You never met a girl so shiny,
a piece of silver foil that caught the sun.
You scraped away the layers with your thumbnail
to see what you had won.
I never met a man who talked so much,
every word a statement of intent.
Every touch a solemn declaration
of love and noble sentiment.
Strange, how we find each other so disappointing.
Strange, how we find each other so hard to please.
But in the magic of our laughter, in the courage of the dare
how strange – we find each other there.
Our hopes remain high.
You were the first to mouth “I love you”,
but what do those words ever really mean?
Love dissolved the solid lines that formed us
and settled like a mist around our knees.
We move like apprehended tricksters,
cracking all our complicated codes.
But it comforts me to walk along beside you
my bold companion of the road.
Our hopes remain high.
High where the air is so thin we can’t breathe.
High where the stars lie like gems at our blistering feet.
High where the angels are watching with envy and greed.
High on the trail we are blazing,
high is the feeling, high is the feeling, high is the feeling.