a memory

Pink prim rose mottled with shimmering jewels of water
is on the dashboard, longing to be passed on to her hands.
Ring carved out of heart and born to dazzle her finger is waiting on me.
Nothing’s like the unexpected, it becomes a memory taken to the grave
surprised and thrilled she would be, when I say those words on one knee.
And I rehearse them a zillion times as Springsteen sings to none but the brave.

Full faced moon’s looking into my eyes as giggles of stars surround
trees rush past me like caged beasts blowing their tresses along
envious roaring wind hits and falls, jeering my boorish wheels’ rage
I squeeze the rear view mirror again and reassure my suave image.

Iridescent campus lights greet me like castaways out of darkness
my anxious car races at her hostel, down the deserted lanes.
Then I pull the brakes and spin it amid whines of pain of rubber
I drive back into town, to my cold and stony cave.
Behind the shrubbery, I saw her shadow blend in night with another
nothing’s like the unexpected, it becomes a memory taken to the grave.