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Day Two
It's day two
but really day four hundred ninety two
where my first thought is of you
where my eyes open
and picture your blues
still floating in my dream
desperately I scroll
thru every last page
every scene
still scrambling in my brain
not knowing where we left off
so I begin again
knocking on your door
lost on a road unkown
only hoping to find my way
you offer up a place to stay
and I oblige
your fire simmers against the chill
as our steam it gently sways
and we talk into the night
no questions, no answers, no right
you choose the perfect song
and we dance, and we dance
and we dance
entwined we drift away
but really day four hundred ninety two
where my first thought is of you
where my eyes open
and picture your blues
still floating in my dream
desperately I scroll
thru every last page
every scene
still scrambling in my brain
not knowing where we left off
so I begin again
knocking on your door
lost on a road unkown
only hoping to find my way
you offer up a place to stay
and I oblige
your fire simmers against the chill
as our steam it gently sways
and we talk into the night
no questions, no answers, no right
you choose the perfect song
and we dance, and we dance
and we dance
entwined we drift away
Published 2nd Apr 2019
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2nd Apr 2019 11:12am
2nd Apr 2019 12:05pm
2nd Apr 2019 12:10pm
A very lovely expression that every reader can relate to, Tim. The dance goes on long after the music stops.
2nd Apr 2019 12:12pm
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2nd Apr 2019 1:49pm
I absolutely love the imagery of steam dancing as lovers. This is gorgeous, Tim! :-)
2nd Apr 2019 3:05pm
Thank you dearest Willow...I love to dance to the music of the one you care for.
2nd Apr 2019 2:43pm
aaah Brother I would love to drift away dancing in this wonderful hallucination.........er, dream
Love the flow and feel to this spill
Love this stanza:
" your fire simmers against the chill
as our steam it gently sways
and we talk into the night
no questions, no answers, no right "
Love the flow and feel to this spill
Love this stanza:
" your fire simmers against the chill
as our steam it gently sways
and we talk into the night
no questions, no answers, no right "
2nd Apr 2019 3:08pm
2nd Apr 2019 3:26pm
Great write as usual Tim. No music to be heard. Just Minxy humming a familiar tune softly to herself. Dancing a duet with a partner unseen.
2nd Apr 2019 5:42pm
2nd Apr 2019 4:58pm
"still scrambling in my brain
not knowing where we left off "
... a nice way of putting 'how two become one' - like it
not knowing where we left off "
... a nice way of putting 'how two become one' - like it
2nd Apr 2019 5:43pm
Thanks Josh, it's those moments we wake from a great dream and want to continue on but can't.
