Ah Marcine,
The guests are happy,
Their laughter flits all around the room.
You are standing by the fireside,
Where the logs are burning brightly
And casting a flickering light.
Your cheeks are flushed,
And the wine,
Oh how it sparkles in your glass,
And you’re wishing he’d come soon,
And you’re remembering the last time,
And it hits you in the tummy,
And turns into a wave,
And you’re back inside the centre
Of your hurricane of hassles –
That you’re married
With a little “m”.
Then a movement in the distance,
And you recognise his voice,
And your heart is beating madly,
Though you hardly notice this
As he reaches for your hand.
Oh a wild, wild feeling
That it’s happened all before
As a shadow sweeps the table,
A fragment of conversation,
And over to the right
Something flashes blue,
He’s speaking quite slowly,
Though it’s happening very fast,
And your thought is to go with it,
So that maybe this time
It will carry you through.
And he’s saying something, smiling,
About slipping out the party,
And your feet are crunching out
Across the gravel of the drive.
And as moonlight hits the windscreen,
And the engine lifts up
Into a new roar of life,
Your whole body is singing
Just one strong chord,
Oh Marcine,
Let life happen,
Once again.