....
You are leaving;
............I shall miss you.
..........................In some ephemeral way, you are strength.
Opinionated...........adamant.............prejudiced
And yet
You opened doors,
............Feathered edge of consciousness
.......................Nor you.........nor I, explored.
....
I dreamed of us last night.
.....
On dusty coffee table lay
...............an album;
..........................Clippings.........photos..........notes.
Around me people
..............Faceless cocktail crowd.............noisy nothing-ness
..........................engulfing simple shack.
...........
Outside...............silent desert
..................Breathless................Waiting
Timelessly suspended in motes of moonlight.
Alone, I riffled through pages.........hearing songs
...............Snatches of joy and sadness,
............................raucous-rollicking
And then
Almost lost in the jumble of a page
..............A love song.
.......
Exquisite...........................it lay unsung.
...............In richly simple words
.......................Love, in all its fullness encompassed me.
.......
Through tear-constricted throat
..............I drifted into waking
........................Enraptured..............singing your song.
.........
"Love, you are an auto.....the hood."
.....
I know where we meet.....you and I.
...........We have a song.........'Twill move the world
.................If we can find the words!
........
From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
To Glenn Hayes, Editor BCT
.....
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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