Thursday, November 29, 2012

Words Vanish In The Haze

wreath of misty breathy words of... 
rising above her head,
hair shines under stars,
 in the cold crisp moon-
 light lit night
 dissipate into nothing I would call
 is her happy quiet
 I'm-so-glad-it's-you smile
 is what she seems to say with
 subtle, too much for words,
 is her manner as she reaches out
 -her fingers cold in the autumn air-
 gently brushes my face
 the heat, nearly burning me,
 of her gaze, not gazing, pulling
 me into the depths I so do love to sink
 with her into time where
 like her eyes in the starry starry night
 we will dance to
 the music of this moment is forever. 

- James Pete Taylor

Music of the moment is a funny phrase to me right now because not only have the speakers of my laptop gone fuzzy, last night my headphones died.  So for the next few days I'll listen to the music in my head and the soul/classic rock currently playing at my new job [think Joe Cocker and The Doobie Brothers].  Last week it was 80s, I mean good 80s... like toe tapping Thompson Twins Lay Your Hands On Me awesome which incidentally is one of my favorite sparky tunes of all time.  In fact, as I'm typing this post and grooving to it on my fuzzed out speakers, my pup Mavis just crawled into half of my lap and laid a paw on my boob. Like I said FAVORITE. 

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