hidden boots

I wanted this one to be first. its my favorite. i'm missing all the other boots. :-( i hope i can find them.

hidden boots

he walks down the stone pathway
admiring the beautiful flowers
to himself he says what a wonderful day
not a cloud in the sky nor hint of showers
he's happy, in a mood to play
to the sky his soul towers

he knocks on the door of the little white house
as he wipes the sand off his feet
down the road the from the lighthouse
a pleasant voice says come in and take a seat
so he does as nothing his joy can douse
he wonders whom does he compete

she tells him to take off his boots
thinking not to stain the floor
on the floor is a hump from a tree root
again a voice comes from behind the door
he wonders if he should have worn a suit
she came out casually dress to walk by the shore

she said lets walk after a hug
there are some places i've wanted you to see
he took off his socks and left them on the rug
she was going to take him to her favorite beach
she said he'll meet you outside as she gave a little tug
so that she could hide my boots away from me

we walked along the shoreline
seagulls and pelicans pass over head
the clams dig into cold damp sand so fine
its so peaceful and joyful, not a word is said
with her head on my shoulder and arm in mine
a stop at the local seafood eatery to get fed

the gaze in her eyes is quite so comforting
as we share a bowl of chowder
the boiling lobsters can be heard screaming
the place fills up and gets rather louder
she plays with the gift on her finger, a simple ring
he didnt think something so small would wow her

she tells me the history of cozy cove
of pirates and indians and fisherman still
sun goes down soon and return to a warm stove
the winds die down as we walk off our fill
as night falls its apparent we are falling in love
as we walk up that last little sloping hill

after breakfast he tell her that he must go
she smiles and says that he can stay here
there are still more places she'd like to show
and the water is calm and the skies are all clear
as he walks around the house with his bag in tow
those boots are still not seen and not near

he cancels his flight back home to stay
and smile as he sits by the fire
my boots appear by the couch near where he lay
he begins to feel share her desire
she tells me of a sight we may see today
of whales near the shore we can admire

he sees her siloutte as she dresses
and wonder why someone would let her go
but who is he to say from what she confesses
of the lonely life she must forego
unsure of what to wear she makes messes
to me it doesn't matter as long as he's in tow

they head out the door and down the street
to a friends home she has known a long time
along the cobblestones stumbling with his feet
she giggles as she holds his arm as they start to climb
through winding streets and up stairs to his suite
in the distance the scent of apple pies and key lime

he prepares us for the boat ride of the coast
his laugh is contagious of the stories he tells
as he finishes his coffee and burnt toast
of his boat on glassy seas and nor'easter swells
his dinner slow cooks as his chicken roasts
and the breakfast jams oh such pleasant smells

though a stranger am comfortable in her cozy town
with her friends and the climate and atmosphere
with the seagulls squaking and diving at the clown
that is feeding them on a day so bright and clear
that staggers on the vessel all white, green and brown
he likes it there as there board from the old fishing pier

it was not long before my eyes could not believe
with the boat rolling over the five foot waves
of the site of a pair of whales doing a dance in the sea
along the side as he holds her tightly by her waist
the look of joy in her eyes it is plain to see
of her love of life from a sad past is what she craves

the day ends as we walk up the stone walk to her home
he starts a fire as she lays way to her plans for us to dine
he steps out the back door for more wood and pick up a pine cone
to my surprise my boots again he could not find
he is moved by this women who lives all alone
how could he not be attracted to one so alive and kind

he wakes from a peaceful sleep
and rolls over on the soft pillow
gets out from under her sheet
outside he peaks a distant willow
cloudy skies and a scent so sweet
he didnt want to let go

tee shirt and boxers stepping of the stair
he finds writing at her desk painted teal
she goes about her business without a care
the creak in the stair made her let out a squeal
as he reached out to touch her lovely hair
she tells him that she cares for him a great deal

they prepare for the day to go to the store
she had her eye on a cute little pink grill
and of a pair of pearl earrings that she did adore
again this morning the boots reappear still
in front of the couch whose left corner is tore
he puts them on and they go down the hill

he mentions to her he has revelled in his stay
but he must return to his distant home
with a sad look she knows it will be today
she thinks he most likely needs to roam
but then he held and kissed her troubles away
through her hair his fingers ran like a comb

upon returning with the day's treasures
they settled for dinner and talk of pursuits
it is in her that he has found his pleasures
to return to the loving gaze she shoots
he reassures her as he leaves of his measures
as they are not hidden he walks out with his boots

the crystal clear skies above the skies
thoughts of several wonderful days wonder
as he heads home to where the rockets fly
already missing her as the weather goes asunder
he thought he saw a tear but why would she cry
he shivers with the flash of light and the crackle of thunder

he arrives home to his dark empty abode
wondering if he left things poorly
did he say the right things as he heads down the road
or let slip a comments taken out of context horridly
were that the case then sadness upon her bestowed
would have stung her as it now does him sorely

their parting was quiet and felt quite distant
he feels badly because he thought things went rather well
unpacking his things seemed so unnatural he felt nonexistent
his thoughts are only of her happiness but who could he tell
a driving force to return was intensely persistent
the feeling of his lonely heart began to swell

he reaches for the phone to make a reservation
its ring in the emptiness has him startled
she's missed him since leaving the air station
she too was startled that his phone rang hardly
as he quickly picked his raised in elevation
she too felt that things weren't right upon parting

they speak of planting flowers and whales and beaches
he finds comfort from the the picture she has painted
her longing to share such wonders far outreaches
she enjoyed his warm touch and soft words untainted
they shed their walls of loneliness from their breaches
his plans already made to go back to her unrestrained

upon arrival up the stone pathway to the white house
he can feel her already close to him anticipation
the door opens before he is even close
the sight of her standing there brings such jubilation
as their embrace passionately comes to blows
beaming he crosses the threshhold of her open invitation

he sets down his luggage in a familiar place
savoring each moment not wanting it to end
she cuddles with him as he sits in the same space
against the assault of loneliness together they defend
uncovering the latch next to the stairs at its base
placed in the secret little cubby his boots are hidden