The Movie in My Mind

The Movie in My Mind

I treasure the story of Anne…
“Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher…”
(Her words, not mine).

Whether in a true love’s kiss or the bliss of the smile stuck in my mind
You’ll find me thinking of you always.
Somewhere in time, I’ve seen your face, and can’t remove it from my mind… nor would I want to.

All others left behind, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
With Romeo, it ended in a mess of blood
A tragic mistake caused a flood of tears for the one he would not forsake--
Even in death.
But not really… wait!!
No, no. He’s swallowed the potion.. But she will soon awake!
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.

True. I have no argument to make.
It’s just that even so, I wait for you.
I want to feel your hand in mine.
See your ring as a sign, the promise that always--
You will love me.

When this clock will strike I do not know
Only how to keep you in my sights… and pray.
Someday, you’ll be real, and I’ll feel you..
Kiss my cheek.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken;

So when storms blow, and rain crashes down, drenching our
Dreams we found so appealing, how will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
When our letters yellowed with years, and fears lingering confirmed…
Will I love, will I honor?
As Queen Anne the whore, and Henry the bloodstained lecher?

(Her words, not mine.)
…She was not! I hate that line!!
But still…I treasure the story…
Of Queen Anne and Henry
Tragic though the ending was, their odyssey does melt my heart.
When she was gone, the guns sounded.
He’d wanted a son, and Elizabeth he got, so shots rang out
Anne was dead.
Love looks on tempests and is never shaken, so when storms blow,
And rain crashes down, drenching our dreams we found so appealing,
How will we keep anger from sealing our fate?
“You’ve seen too many movies,” one might say.

True. I have no argument to make.
Just that even so, I wait for you..
With jealousy’s conclusions much more subtle
The thorns and thistles will still exist.
Can I resist the temptation to pull away?
With every emotion an ember, will the dawn break
Through? Will I remember why I love you… and stay?

“Anne of the Thousand Days” Universal, 1969.

CES (C) 2009.