a rustic wedding

sitting for hours
thinking about a rustic wedding
and i'm hearing mistral winds blowing
but didn't know which way they were heading
or which way i should be going
i couldn't find a compass point showing
the easy way out
no one to tell me what dreams were about
simply towns with lonely lover lanes
broken hearts and broken window panes
long walks at midnight with no rest in sight
a chill in the air and no comfort waiting there
i'm wondering if i should just fade away
like that cowboy and western on a show yesterday:
i heard a soft voice, saw light in her eyes
her smile an illusion for solitary guys
she offered her hand and i gave her my hand
she offered a grin and i asked for the cat
sipping warm milk and i sure wanted that
petting the puppy was just the first act
into the bedroom, out the back door
sitting for hours
but it felt like more
sitting for hours
sweetly discreet
watching carefully the hustling street
i took the staircase up to her floor
we were together for seconds
but it felt like more