Today we wrote about love and wine -
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Poem #11
MIRAGE
From a distance it appears a duo -
dancing on horizon's line
Storm rains rinsed away oily heat,
leaving a drying mud glaze in time
If old houses could speak and raindrops sing,
their otherworldly image would give way
to laughter in the stratosphere
In A sharp major key, they'd waltz
up steps in the clouds sheer
He'd twirl her behind his back,
catch her as she came back to him
And they would lift a glass of wine
She's gone now,
with that golden era gone by,
the Tennessee Waltz now passe'
I hear the banjo player slap his thigh
She was wife, lover, best friend,
the melody of his soul,
born from seeds sewn a century ago,
From which glint of the sun
will she return to sit on my knee?
From what star will she descend,
tap my shoulder,
make a toast to yesterday
and dance away with me?
Send me a letter,
written in your fine hand;
tell me you are still mine
Take me down that unearthly road,
where bands of souls
know their track back -
somehow
...and I do believe
I'll see you again,
drink your red lips of wine -
We'll dance to the Blue Danube
I'll scoop you in my arms,
carry you into the sunset's rain
dancing on horizon's line
Storm rains rinsed away oily heat,
leaving a drying mud glaze in time
If old houses could speak and raindrops sing,
their otherworldly image would give way
to laughter in the stratosphere
In A sharp major key, they'd waltz
up steps in the clouds sheer
He'd twirl her behind his back,
catch her as she came back to him
And they would lift a glass of wine
She's gone now,
with that golden era gone by,
the Tennessee Waltz now passe'
I hear the banjo player slap his thigh
She was wife, lover, best friend,
the melody of his soul,
born from seeds sewn a century ago,
From which glint of the sun
will she return to sit on my knee?
From what star will she descend,
tap my shoulder,
make a toast to yesterday
and dance away with me?
Send me a letter,
written in your fine hand;
tell me you are still mine
Take me down that unearthly road,
where bands of souls
know their track back -
somehow
...and I do believe
I'll see you again,
drink your red lips of wine -
We'll dance to the Blue Danube
I'll scoop you in my arms,
carry you into the sunset's rain
