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
visible
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.
in the cold crisp moon-
light lit night
dissipate into nothing I would call
visible
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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