Singing Old Love Songs
Sisyphus
If I could I’d sing to you,
and even though my voice might crack,
or stray off key or I’d forget the words
and have to hum those bars,
still, I’d look into your eyes
and hold my hands in front of me,
palms up and croon those words
Sinatra sang, “Oh night and day,
you are the one” and “All of me—
why not take all of me”–
and then, if I could, I’d reach for you
and hold you close and as we danced,
swaying cheek to cheek, I’d sing
into your ear, “you do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me,”
and I would feel you smile
and then I’d lift your hand
above our heads and twirl you
as I sang, “I can’t give you anything
but love, baby–that’s the only thing
I’ve plenty of, baby,” and we would laugh
because both of us are broke and nothing
really matters but this moment
when we’re dancing in the dark,
looking deep into each others eyes
as I sing to you, “Some enchanted
evening” and end, softly “once you
have found her never let her go”—
that’s when I’d pull you close again
and hold you tight and kiss
and then we’d look into each other’s eyes
while I sing—“for all we know,
we may never meet again–tomorrow
may never come, for all we know…”
and we’d be quiet, our tears
glistening in the candle light
and then I’d take a breath
thinking about more songs
I’d sing to you, if I could.
