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In The Cool Of The Evening
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In The Cool Of The Evening |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
In The Cool Of The Evening In the cool of the evening I was writing just to let you know that I can't help it, but my feelings have grown fragile in the lonely pinnacle of my blue sundown glittering shards of maple leaves blown all around twelve bucks a night at the roadside rundown motel fourteen miles southeast of Cleveland, and it's cold as hell In the cool of the evening where I finally fell deep into a dream of you a dream I forgot to dream still lived inside me painted red and white, priced like brand new shimmering in her eyes like diamonds and stars like streaming rainy streetlights and tail lights of cars that race the freeway like an aquatic speedway fifity-three miles north of where your golden body lay Love keeps me guessing looking for a blessing in the blue ballpoint letters she wrote to me she keeps me stable counting on a fable where I can get back and lose myself in she In the cool of the evening dusk left its ember impression on my skin my car radio is talking back to me again telling me to get back to you already finish that letter and hold yourself steady tonight's another full moon night the morning's another hangover fright the light of the sun bleaching my bones to white Life keeps me busy running around dizzy from the black asphalt running under me she keeps me together in all kinds of weather till I can get back and lose myself in she A freeway love I forgot to love still living inside me but I wish you were here in the mirror instead of this fuzzy reflection of me and... In the cooling of this love like a pie on the windowsill under wide open violet skies above I'm determined to make it back to you still and if I turn the corner on Sullivan street will you see me from your porch and run to me or will there be a for sale sign on your lawn saying you're long gone, so gone, gone in that case... Love, let's keep me away turn down 16th & Wabash way destination: another freeway love for me she's probably moved on and so I'm writing this song till I can get to a new girl and lose myself in she Another dream I forgot to dream still lives inside me this is my company here, in the cool of the evening "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
ah yes... this read to me like an old Bob Seger song...and I love it.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
well done - i really like the metaphors you've chosen - some truly great lines in this |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Another dream I forgot to dream still lives inside me this is my company here, in the cool of the evening ~~ beautiful, even in its sadness....  In your light I learn how to love |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Zach~ 'Another dream I forgot to dream still lives inside me' Oh ... how very much I like that thought~ To sleep ... perchance to dream the leftover dreams~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very nice write.. I much enjoyed the entire piece. Hugs~Nancy Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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