Saturday night, late spring
November 23rd 2007 07:12
Hot, sultry; it is night, now; dark.
Our dog is barking. Why? Wine waits
For another night. Music plays;
You’re choosing tonight; listening
And interposing; the moment
Brings your thoughts to me; what you see.
On the sliding door, to the night,
To the garden, your back rests; here,
Where I sit, you look; listening.
Tired, I know you are happy
Playing, sharing, some music, here,
Into the space we are sharing.
We are in our own theatre,
Characters you could write about;
I sit and write, smiling at you
While you sit and listen, and rest
To the music you choose, tonight.
Our dog has stopped barking, for now.
Bu it is still hot, still sultry.
We are happy, here, together.
Characters from a play, we smile.
Today we are being authentic.
We understand each other; now,
And strengthen. For the long week days
When we struggle to speak enough
And for it to be heard; stated,
We reiterate our authentic selves.
That is why we are happy now.
Smiling, we know what our lives mean
Here, together. To find a way:
That is the question. Not to wait:
That is the way, for the question.
Now you are resting on the floor,
Sweet melodies perfume the air
This night; a beautiful dark night
For star gazing; for wandering
In our thoughts, some dreams, together,
Quietly, authentically. Words;
And without them too we can know
And be surrounded by candles
Singing a hymn in our hearts; prayer –
And then our dog barks again; wakes
Us both from our conversation
That we held quietly; and smiles
That our dog woke us; wagging tail.
Alive. We are alive. Happy
To feel the hot, sultry night; hot;
Dreams infuse our life; awake, we stand. Life.
Our dog is barking. Why? Wine waits
For another night. Music plays;
You’re choosing tonight; listening
And interposing; the moment
Brings your thoughts to me; what you see.
On the sliding door, to the night,
To the garden, your back rests; here,
Where I sit, you look; listening.
Tired, I know you are happy
Playing, sharing, some music, here,
Into the space we are sharing.
We are in our own theatre,
Characters you could write about;
I sit and write, smiling at you
While you sit and listen, and rest
To the music you choose, tonight.
Our dog has stopped barking, for now.
Bu it is still hot, still sultry.
We are happy, here, together.
Characters from a play, we smile.
Today we are being authentic.
We understand each other; now,
And strengthen. For the long week days
When we struggle to speak enough
And for it to be heard; stated,
We reiterate our authentic selves.
That is why we are happy now.
Smiling, we know what our lives mean
Here, together. To find a way:
That is the question. Not to wait:
That is the way, for the question.
Now you are resting on the floor,
Sweet melodies perfume the air
This night; a beautiful dark night
For star gazing; for wandering
In our thoughts, some dreams, together,
Quietly, authentically. Words;
And without them too we can know
And be surrounded by candles
Singing a hymn in our hearts; prayer –
And then our dog barks again; wakes
Us both from our conversation
That we held quietly; and smiles
That our dog woke us; wagging tail.
Alive. We are alive. Happy
To feel the hot, sultry night; hot;
Dreams infuse our life; awake, we stand. Life.
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