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Once hidden visions of your faith
Howling in the bones of your face
Are the once hidden visions of your faith
And like a ghost who doesn’t know who he is, I am lost
Memories of Catalina Island are always near,
In deep rooted throws of your passion again was the fall
With nothing on but a silver cross placed carefully across your chest
In the night
The sound of a single Saxophone,
Came rushing in,
hitting like a freight train, in the hotel that we stayed,
In flickering light, we danced nude and slow,
with the window open wide, where I first gave you my ring,
A kiss, like electric ghosts tingled to the bone and was entwined;
Its a restless spirit that haunts, in simple twists of fate it was gone,
The once hidden visions of your faith
With memories of Catalina Island always near
I am a little boy that is lost,
Are the once hidden visions of your faith
And like a ghost who doesn’t know who he is, I am lost
Memories of Catalina Island are always near,
In deep rooted throws of your passion again was the fall
With nothing on but a silver cross placed carefully across your chest
In the night
The sound of a single Saxophone,
Came rushing in,
hitting like a freight train, in the hotel that we stayed,
In flickering light, we danced nude and slow,
with the window open wide, where I first gave you my ring,
A kiss, like electric ghosts tingled to the bone and was entwined;
Its a restless spirit that haunts, in simple twists of fate it was gone,
The once hidden visions of your faith
With memories of Catalina Island always near
I am a little boy that is lost,
Published 10th Jun 2015
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10th Jun 2015 5:48pm
"Howling in the bones of your face"
~solid-swacked my attention rite off, misters!
Resonance of a somber sax float(s) on, long
after the read m'friend..such poignant haunting!
Outstanding pull, and this reader feels it.
be wellz ;)
~d
~solid-swacked my attention rite off, misters!
Resonance of a somber sax float(s) on, long
after the read m'friend..such poignant haunting!
Outstanding pull, and this reader feels it.
be wellz ;)
~d
13th Aug 2015 3:10pm
Man, am I ever far behind, June 10th... What a dick I am, sorry me friend... hehehe... That somber sax part, that may have been my favorite part of this... I remember watching sax players playin on the beach there on Catalina Island... Man, beautiful place, Tis amazin what a single piece of music can remain with you, for years after it played... How are you doin my friend: wolf
