Helen, Georgia on Valentine'd Day 1999

Valentine's Day at breakfast over toast and eggs to boot
In Helen where it's chilly and the waitress is a hoot!
All dressed in red and black, with this mesh thing going on
She walked straight out of Vonnegut with lots, just loads of charm
Folks waiting for a table with their eyes that barely peep
In this Alpine town in Georgia where nature gently sleeps
With the clatter of the dishes and the mess upon the grill
And a line of sleepy guests trying to pay their bill
With full stomachs oozing smiles and caffeine in their blood
And a spirit waking softly with a focus that they would
Have their hearts beat more gently with the one that they hold dear
To enjoy this Sainted Sunday and to sit and ponder here
In these hills where spirits venture with a love held ever grand
And me...the silent voyeur with my heart and pen in hand
Wishing for the same one day when I finally make my leap
And gaze upon the soul through eyes that tell of wishes deep
I have searched within my heart and decided to explore
The hope that there is 'someone' of whom I can adore
A pulse that would endeavor to put my heart to rest
And beat forever closer, for the need is here, at best
For now I'll dine on breakfast and my heart will ever pine.
For the hand of one that's waiting while I take my turn in line
Then depart the noise of breakfast at this little dining hall
And venture on this 'Sainted Day' to Anna Ruby Falls.

© 1999 Susan Kathryn de Vegter

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