Pale as a Lily

 

 

Abraham Lincoln had one of those faces, like yours

That, once seen, cannot be forgotten
I was sitting in the dark
Between the two most significant women in my life
When a face came on the screen
Reminding me of yours

Pale as a lily
With large expressive eyes that could barely hold its tears
With square and trembling jaw
With a nose whose bridge was aching to be kissed
With cheeks unbearably soft
With breath, in clouds, impossibly sweet
She flickered like you in a light that
Tried, without hope, to capture a moment
That was gone
As soon as it began 

Published by mikepowernyc

New album "Observations" available now. A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.

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