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The sky is all full of those marshmallow clouds and I feel young again as I’m dodging these crowds, the week’s winding down (as the Summer is, too) and I hardly can wait to fly back home to you.
If you grab a blanket I’ll grab my guitar, we can both get away (we don’t have to go far); we can climb through those hills just south of town, there’ll be just you and me with no one else around.
Sunshine floods earth as we find the right place, brush the hair from your eyes, hold you in my embrace, and I play you a song of the joys that love brings, and we listen and act on the song nature sings…
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But it’s raining and dark pulling up the driveway, set my fantasy down for a sunnier day, and I open the door, and the place is a mess, and the girls are SCREAMING, and I’m SO filled with stress!!
Then I see your blue eyes, and I don’t want to roam; I have green covered hills whenever I’m home, as you smile that smile all I feel is sunshine… I have all I could want all because you are mine.
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Beautifully penned, ST. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I wrote this in 2013 and just came across it unpacking (still unpacked eight years later) in a card I wrote for her. With her passed on and all I let go of any bad feelings, but I just felt a sort of neutrality (?) inside, like she was a total stranger to me, never thinking about her at all. But this poem, ahhh, it reminded me of how utterly madly in love we were once, and that feels pretty darn good.