Coffee To My Lips

She gives in and flies free, cooing like a bird from a little tree
swaying in the wind beneath orange-burnt leaves
With the light in her eyes, can you kiss her please?

A swift march down an old open road.
She can’t quite place it. Has she been here before?
A past life, with child. Let her reminisce
into a memory that could be amiss.

Falling like the leaves of an autumn day
He’ll have open arms and she’ll say “catch me”
She knows in her heart, this is something good
and he’ll kiss her ever-lightly like a good prince should.