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spoon to find herspoon by ~markposhak
sleeping dreaming
a world of her own
to slip into bed
quietly not
to awaken
but gently to embrace
melting to form her
sigh of relief
to let go
to dream a world
of our own where
the scent of her hair
is the shape of the night
and the setting sun
is her whispered goodnight
Night Driving sweet, sweet memoriesNight Driving by ~markposhak
on a
cool, cool night
5 packed in tight
for a long night drive
as the sound of flowing breeze
is the only conversation
between old friends
It's who drives us
that takes us there
and what drives us
that keeps us close
together now
later apart
but never, never alone
A Night with Coltrane, Jr. He stands in darknessA Night with Coltrane, Jr. by ~markposhak
no light to his face
he waits shifting
breaking
the darkness around him
then comes the moment
his time alone
feet shuffling
not anxious but desired
one step and the glow
of his shoes makes us wonder
anticipation mounts on listeners' ears
a light from above seems to shine
from his soul
no longer in expectation's shadow
he becomes he
and like magic
sounds swarm like a flooding dream
singing us a story, a life
pushing us to memories we've never had
and takes us for a ride, a journey
letting us dream for awhile
as the smooth sound
complements the mood
suddenly
back into the night
away he steps fr
but the smell Have you ever felt a Scottish rain?but the smell by ~markposhak
It lays on your skin, slowly
like the chin of your dog
begging for attention
Have you ever felt an Italian rain?
It slaps you in the face
as if you never knew it was coming
then runs away and hides
But the smell
a hot day stormed out
by a cool rain
like a forest
of fresh trees crammed
into your nose
like the joy of your dog
or an admiring intruder
it leaves you wanting more
Sta.sh
nice gallery
