Strings and things
Bells and toys
of audio delite
then the piano
and a magical
verse..takes me
on a trip I'm
spilling backwards
with thoughts of
charming lite
The door opens
for just a wee bit
And then it closes
before we even
knew the door
was open..We're
always groping for
that lost thought
before we're overcome
with a stranded and
well strung out muse
Then she comes back
just in time for me
to remember the rhyme
she so often struck
me in my minds eye
The gleam oh so
clean and straight
to the heart like
a diamond bullet
into the dreaming
scheming lack of
Detroit..so fly me
to the sky..before
I die..don't say
goodbye..the clicks
and clacks..only make
me cry..and wonder why
Is living so much a lie
The spirit of life is
calling me on the ocean
waves and gently
laughing a sweet
ambiant song..off to
the sunset never
to be seen again..
Only in our dreams
disguised as prisoners
of rehearsed fascination
Hold my hands..before
the stigmata bleeds
out my pain..and
The belief is only
wanting to be released
Of joy on the pin of
a needle..just
relax..listen to the
song..do you feel
That life is passing
you..goodbye..laugh
a little longer..cry
a little softer..and hold
me a little tighter..
And kiss me into tomorrow.
By Rick Weber
May 19, 2011
copywritten
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