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Apr 2014
the heartbeat of the living night
breathed its magic into my mind
as she sailed into the room like fairytale of an ocean tide
sweeping away all that i had been so dreamin darkly of'
in a simple cotton dress and a floppy hat
danced a quick two step to the music and smiled to me
with such a sweet innocence that it simply melted time for me
we talked half the night
till the dawn touched her hair like fire meeting snow
and i will never forget the words she gave to me
like the key to kingdoms great and small
like the secret of mystery's expressed by none other than
the gentlest songbird on a midnight breeze mid-summers eve
she told me to take her to my bed
and to never let her go
but time has made miles out of the molehills
and my boyhood bluejeans are now an old mans tattered flag
but my heart still thunders like
the heartbeat of the living night
whenever my thoughts turn to her
when that little two step quick smile comes to mind
soft thunder never faded cause the heart remains true
and i will allways be there
in her sweetest arms
in her spring nights soft dream
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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