In the twilight of the day
sits a dusty old soul
bent over
the years have taken their toll
his bony fingers, tossing pebbles
watch them sink, to the bottom
of the gentile flowing stream
counting backwards
in hopes to recapture his youth
time is a constant, life has an ending
and this pile of pebbles, that dam the stream
perhaps it will delay the end
if only for one more day

why do I ponder who I am
and were is my destiny
is leading me
I feel comfortable with
who I am because I led
myself here

The smell of your skin
The taste of your pink lips
My soul is for you to keep
Close
To you
The sparkle in your beautiful eyes is what keeps the fireworks alive
You are my fourth of July
-SAMM

if you listen closely you can here me calling your name while i sleep
if you listen closely your eyes should close as you think of me
if you listen closely a tear should be running down your cheek
if you listen closely the sheets cover your head while i sleep
alone

slowly ,I'll add the soft piano chord to the background
with the high c note suspended for ten measures
then bring it down to catch the melody I get from you
the words you phrase are little notes that tingle my senses
they dance in front of my eyes as I lock them into my memory
as I play them over and over again when I think of you

In the five decades that I have walk this earth
met many a people, some happy, some sad
the liars, the fakes, the ones who manipulate
and I discard them to the cold winter wind
but in you I can feel the warmth of someone
who's has been hurt as I have, looking for
looking for , looking for, looking for, what?
our conversations lead us to reason why
without any conclusions to heal the heart
but we enjoy who we are and have become
the others who banter us, are pathetic
weak and afraid of how they've evolved
let us turn their volume way down, to mute
so we can hear the sweet melody that we emit
and know that friend to friend, I'm always here

secretly vetting you in my mind, a far  
curiously, thoughts abound, twisted emotions
gazing at your shadow walks, strides long and true
a confident aura prevails

do you notice my peering eyes, feel the sense emitting from me
not wanting to be outed, yet can't halt myself, or turn away

beauty captures the soul, the mind, feelings enfold me, like spring
flowers in the meadow born anew,scents unwavering, colors of life
vetting me in you mind, i hope

write me your last love song as i gaze into your eyes
let the melody be slow and flowing, as you sing to me goodbye
the way you hold me, your touch are like notes in a desending scale
and i know ther will be no coda.
perhaps you are bored of this oldie but goodie
for the rhythm of life is always changing
and the need to keep the beat helps you stay young
but just remember if you ever see me again
that i am a classic.