by Lucca Dattilo
Some set up easels.
Some set up chairs.
Some simply sit back on the great green giant's hairs,
And as shadows stretch
and cool becomes cold,
They wonder if they could be so bold
to share this sacred treasure with another.
It is a perfect Scene,
and they are so very alone
Lonesome strangers watch the setting sun
wishing for another witness before it is done
Some wish for friends
Some wish for lovers
Some simply wish for any other
So lost in their heads, if only they knew,
that their thoughts within were not shared by a few,
for millions attend just as they do,
Silent symphony of love, longing, laughter, and the roaring blues.
Lonesome strangers watch the setting sun,
thinking …
''Yep, it's just Me and You''