Almost
There was a nip in the air
and you were there.
Sunset in your eyes,
wind through your hair.
If it had been a little warmer,
if the sun hadn’t set,
if the sea breeze hadn’t been so fresh,
I’d have resisted, I’ll bet.
But I reached out
and you were there,
sunset eyes,
windswept hair,
reaching out, too.
What else could I do?
from the archives - mid-90s, i think - and slightly edited.
and you were there.
Sunset in your eyes,
wind through your hair.
If it had been a little warmer,
if the sun hadn’t set,
if the sea breeze hadn’t been so fresh,
I’d have resisted, I’ll bet.
But I reached out
and you were there,
sunset eyes,
windswept hair,
reaching out, too.
What else could I do?
from the archives - mid-90s, i think - and slightly edited.
Labels: poetry
Selected by zigzackly |
20:09 |
3 Comments:
Music, man, music! This cries out for music! Maybe we'll sing it some day at a Caferati camp fire!
DJ,
Merci. Though i assure you you don't want to hear me sing. Not that, not anything else.
Sweet! I agree with SB - there's music in this. But I'm tempted to sing Summer of 69 or Summertime. You say 90's! Oh boy! Those were the best days of my life - there were so many simpler things to do in the 90s. Life's so complicated now.
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