BEL’OCCHIO … the beautiful eye
DINNER WITH THE TIN MAN
The Tin Man blew out the dinner candles.
The night folded over the crumpled napkins.
The empty wine glasses.
The scrapbook of sweet moments.
In the kitchen of a thousand dinners.
With their arms filled with love.
They cooked a feast of memories.
In the shadows of the late afternoon.
The Tin Man wiped the dust from the bottle.
And poured them glasses of dreams.
She put her head on his shoulder.
She whispered the words in his ear.
“Dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true”.
There’s a scrapbook with a thousand memories.
It closes with a whispered reluctance.
Close your eyes and tap your heels together three times.
It’s yours now.