L'Auberge

I always thought
We'd be together
As friends
Knowing each other
So well
We'd flirt with the taboo
But never cross
The banks of the Oak Creek
So little time has passed
Some days I'm angry
Most days I'm sad
My heart remains heavy
Shaded by the towering sycamore trees
Surrounded by L'Auberge's cottages
The primitive log cabins
From the outside
Appearances can be deceiving
On the inside the rustic exterior
Gives way
To classic French style
Brown leather sofas,
Roaring fireplaces,
Silk sheets
Plush towels
Assorted amenities
Do you ever think of me?
I sit here in Sedona
Looking through the glass-walled
Dining room
Already knowing
Luxury has shattered
And so has the ordinary
No vacancy
Jehovah's Witness Convention
In town.