WHEN LOVE SMILED SOFTLY

Summer seems a good time to break from political parody and offer up a little romantic fluff. So, a poem for the romantic spirits.

WHEN LOVE SMILED SOFTLY
(Original poem by Robert S. Steinberg)

I still remember when love smiled softly,
Touched me on the shoulder
And I turned around to look, bewildered,
Momentarily stunned by the why.
When love spoke warmly I answered
Love, in a language heard whispered
By children, in daydreams and now,
By you and I.

Do you remember when love smiled softly?
Kissed you on the forehead
Like a morning sun? Giving life
A truth that had been pretend.
When love sighed deeply,
As if to say, “Trust me.
“Believe in what you feel,
I am a friend.”

We came together when love smiled softly
Wed us like two rivers,
Carried us along, one irrepressible flow,
Immersed in the other’s current.
Love smiled, and we smiled back at love,
Softly, as I smile at you today,
Softly, more the river rolls and bends
Softly smiling now, before love ends.

© 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg
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FEATHER THEME

Of late, the news we hear or read seems only about mindless violence, ignorant hatred and uncaring inaction.  Wanting and needing a reprieve from the depressing madness, I diverge from satire and parody and post a lighthearted lyric of life and love.

The movie Forrest Gump begins and ends with Forrest (Tom Hanks) sitting on a bench as a feather drifts around him, down and up, sideways and down and up again.  Jay Silvestri’s wonderfully lyric and whimsical “Feather Theme” is heard.

Life is like a feather on the breeze;  we never know where it will lead.  What we do know is that offering and receiving love is what gives the journey meaning.

FEATHER THEME
(To the tune of “Feather Theme,” From 1994 film, “Forrest Gump,” by Alan Silvestri)

Life can be free and light, a feather,
Floating on velvet air.
Life seems about to settle down, and,
Then it skips off somewhere.
Life is A Chekov play, a farce,
A tango with de-je-vu.
Life is each precious day I spend with you.

Anywhere life can lead, we’ll follow.
Mystery has its charms.
Anytime I feel lost, you’ll be there,
Guiding me to your arms.
I’m not a smart man, but I know,
What everyone surely knows-
Life is feather, tickling your toes. 

Lyric Copyright 2009 By Robert s. Steinberg, Esquire
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