Flock of People



I timelessly walk to the park everyday,

Pretend I know exactly what birds say,
Sit in the grass and play with the birds,
Nod my head to the singing of words.

A chirp, chirp could mean anything in my mind.
The park hides the happiness that I always find.
As I pick flowers and smell there lovely scent,
But today, in the distance – "Now may I present-

Mister Edgar Lee is the entertainment this afternoon,
Why not stay and watch on this beautiful day in June?
He will show you wonderful things you won't believe,
He will have you puzzled with thoughts you can not conceive."

In curiosity I look up ahead at the growing crowd,
I stand as all the commotion is starting to get quite loud.
Through all the people I faintly see the performer bow,
After walking that distance, I can finally see him now.

As I looked at him for the very first time, so did he;
I looked into his sad gray eyes that wanted to be free.
Enough with that-- He smiled and looked to the crowd,
He pulled out a rose and showed it as if he was so proud.

He sat the rose on a table without the slightest show of emotion,
Out of his pocket begot some cloth and with a swaying motion,
He spread the cloth upon the beautiful red rose,
Because of the wiggling of fingers the suspense grows.

'I need a volunteer from the audience.' He said, as hands raised.
Out of wonder and curiosity he was at once praised,
Though I did not raise my hand, I was chosen anyways,
I walked through the flock of people that made an odd maze.

Once I stood on the side of him he looked at me with a slanted grin,
He pulled up the cloth that covered the rose which made the gasping begin,
The passer bys stopped to look as the rose was gone, made everyone cheer,
Voices in the crowd read, "Where did it go!" As he said to me, "Be a dear-

-Turn around three times then look and see what is inside your pocket."
I did it even though he had never put anything inside of my pocket.
After the third twist I pulled a rose out and in fright I threw it--
"How did you- You didn't ever touch me!" I yelled but only a bit.

My wide eyes and my fright brought a real smile to his face,
"You're beautiful." He said while giving me a small embrace.
A smile appeared on my face and I knew he was my happiness.
A smile appeared on his face and he knew I was his happiness.

A few months had past and every Saturday I would go to the park,
I would wait for him to finish his act- even when it was late and dark,
So we could talk about are lives-- the frills had happened earlier that day,
Let each others looks make us forget what we were going to say.

One Saturday we sat at a bench out under the gleaming moon,
Like a picture perfect sight- back like the day in the middle of June.
I knew what he was about to ask as he bent down on one knee,
A night like this couldn't be sweeter- it filled me up with glee.

Out from his pocket came a sweet red roses like on that one day,
As we look into each others eyes I knew that after today,
We will never be away from each others sweet smiles,
That first swept us away.