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Memoirs of meeting

by Janine Euladia

Met my lover at a rest stop
It was he, that began our talk

Bare feet in the sun, unmindfull ho-hum
I didn't know, what already begun

He sang a song or two, invisable flowers grew
Like magic I didn't see, what my heart already knew

Paper with digits, like hooks and lines
would reeled us in, in short time

The reddish glow,the settting sun
A sudden pang, desire begun

In my rearview mirror, a sunset drew
And there I was longing for you

This was news, so unaware
Nice that my heart chose to share

He was a stranger, I already knew
The prelude was over, the curtain drew

Music begun, the osngs were blessed
The hearts that sang, were finally at rest

02/15/2005

Author's Note: I sat in the bright morning sun on a sudden warm winter day, at a rest stop during a long drive. This beautiful stranger, said to me.. wait! And he ran and got his guitar and sang to me.

Posted on 02/24/2007
Copyright © 2026 Janine Euladia

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