"A Promise"

Scene from my son's play "Courting Wendy"

 A Promise
by William R. Bednar

I want your always
   And your nevers;
To hold afraid, to find
   Tomorrow in your hands.
My Darling, take my yesterdays,
   My brinks, my fulls,
My almosts,
   And my evers.
Live on the cusp of me,
   The changing country
Where I'm learning you
   Daily, the yearning
Where I grasp upon
   Your lily eyelids
And chart the freckled landscape
   Below your throat.
I want your far aways,
   Your nears, your future,
      And your present.
I want the softness
   Of your secrets
And the sureness
   Of your soul's endeavors.
Lean upon my childish heart
   And dance with my desire.
Bask in this brief eternity,
   Our bodies brimming fire, fire.
 

Scene from my son's play "Courting Wendy"

My son will be graduating from college in a couple of months with a BFA in drama (acting) and he will be moving to NYC.  He is a writer, a poet, a singer, an actor… and I wanted to share with you one of his latest poems.  I am trying to encourage him to look into publishing his poems…

This poem stands alone from his play "Courting Wendy" - it is not a part of that script.  I just thought it sweet as the young lady in the photo is his girlfriend and the poem is written for her.   In his play, my son played Peter Pan and his girlfriend, a grown up Wendy.  

Even though this is NOT my poem, I have from time to time shared his work here with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform."  The images are from my iPhone using the Waterlogue App.