Old Dusty Dreams
Godfather.
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a cold dry wind blows through her hair
and into the windows of time
stirring up old dusty dreams of yesterday.
she smiles and lifts her weathered hands up toward the sky
and closes her eyes to hide the tears she Cries as she remembers
everything about him, his touch his smile those eyes.
across the river Vally on a mountain top just a whisper away
he's stands in brilliant sun light and those eyes that show her the way
and as she looks inside those eyes for the key to unlock the secrete of her dreams
she falls in silent wonder into a clear running stream
that delivers dusty dreams from her smile into those eyes.
through the dreams of time I hold her hand in mine
and walk with her through windows then into cold dry winds
that stir up old dusty dreams, as we close our eyes to hide the tears
that fill the cold running stream,we move we love in old dusty dreams.
Godfather.
and into the windows of time
stirring up old dusty dreams of yesterday.
she smiles and lifts her weathered hands up toward the sky
and closes her eyes to hide the tears she Cries as she remembers
everything about him, his touch his smile those eyes.
across the river Vally on a mountain top just a whisper away
he's stands in brilliant sun light and those eyes that show her the way
and as she looks inside those eyes for the key to unlock the secrete of her dreams
she falls in silent wonder into a clear running stream
that delivers dusty dreams from her smile into those eyes.
through the dreams of time I hold her hand in mine
and walk with her through windows then into cold dry winds
that stir up old dusty dreams, as we close our eyes to hide the tears
that fill the cold running stream,we move we love in old dusty dreams.
Godfather.
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guess what......
I hope you are doing well Sky.
Godfather.
awesome, poignant, heart hitting
another beautiful piece
that's all I have right now
peace
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
it's like that
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Holy something. That's incredible. At first read, I thought it was the teller of the story, the one with "those eyes" who "went" first. Second read, I thought it was the female who "went" first. Third through sixth readings only kind of twirled it all up--in the water & wind & stuff. Upon reflection I ponder whether anyone went at all.
I just now reread & doesn't look like anyone "went" (that is, passed on)
Another read shows two past lovers meeting in their dreams.
How'd you do that? What a trip! (I like my present interpretation so I'm not going to read again, although I'm pretty sure that scenario was your intent.) (?!)
thank you all so much for your comments on this poem they were so very cool thanks !!!
Godfather.
you're out of order?? hell they're out of order! Ha Ha
Unless pen & paper were allowed in the penalty box.
I have succesfully not drawn attention to the fact that the word pen is in penalty box. :wtf: doh!
What's better than a cigar? Ed with a sitar
Godfather.
thanks my brother, I have decided to stay off the Moving Train Forum......gets me a little edgy
Godfather.
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
how you doing ? love your avatar this one is my favorite !
Godfather.
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
doing well thanks, life is a one day at a time project and everyday an adventure plans are made and changed but the ultimate goal is still the same.
Godfather.