All is revealed.
Look at my photo.
You see the solitary Adirondack.
So oft writ, it is almost yours,
From which I ply my craft.
Sentinel, overlooking the bay,
Looking for poem invaders,
Need prisoners to do the hard labor,
For I am on duty, elsewhere, peripatetically,
A new tour of duty to family.
See the coffee mug,
The contents, a warm hug,
For though it sumer still,
The sky and breeze beg to differ.
I think time is nigh,
To close this chapter,
A few itinerant thots yet rumbling,
But the rush is gone, like my contented season.
Wise men do not deny perception,
Grown cold, my warm invitation,
Perhaps, I injusticed you with repetition,
But I left you a motet for comfort.
And hints of an address,
In case some enchanted evening....
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
All is revealed.
Look at my photo.
You see the solitary Adirondack.
So oft writ, it is almost yours,
From which I ply my craft.
Sentinel, overlooking the bay,
Looking for poem invaders,
Need prisoners to do the hard labor,
For I am on duty, elsewhere, peripatetically,
A new tour of duty to family.
See the coffee mug,
The contents, a warm hug,
For though it sumer still,
The sky and breeze beg to differ.
I think time is nigh,
To close this chapter,
A few itinerant thots yet rumbling,
But the rush is gone, like my contented season.
Wise men do not deny perception,
Grown cold, my warm invitation,
Perhaps, I injusticed you with repetition,
But I left you a motet for comfort.
And hints of an address,
In case some enchanted evening....
Photo removed, if u wish I will send to you.
Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see her
Again and again.
Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
Or all through your life you
May dream all alone.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!
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