Southwestern stare
You said you’d be there
Somewhere beyond the setting sun
Gone
Gone to a place where the sun never sets
Moonbeams chasing dark dreams
Under a blanket of black
That lets no more nightmares loose upon the world
Look at me with your eyes
Guess
Speculate
Surmise
The turn of my smile
The tilt of my laugh
The rough of my palm
Resting gently on yours
A meeting of fortunate lines
Dusty path upon the mountainside
Lead me to where the wandering willows hide
And I shall set a steady beat upon your face
Feet marred with the scars it took to meet my bride
(when I had not thought to trust the lamp)
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Comments
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gah, love it!
You have a way with words and ideas friend.
very lovely, very lovely indeed.
I especially like...
"Look at me with your eyes
Guess
Speculate
Surmise
The turn of my smile
The tilt of my laugh
The rough of my palm
Resting gently on yours
A meeting of fortunate lines"
I could've taken that in a poem all by it's self.
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