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The joy of make-believe
by Keith D AllisonA thousand dreams shelved in the mind
the beauty of the tears of a lifetime
the buffet of butterflies smiling in dance
quiet evenings at the old fishing hole
But on the evening breeze
the whispering of a sailor dream
far far away on the Gold Coast driping
remember of nectar upon the lips
The Brown dancing in the wind
the eyes of steel splashed in black
those lips that nose
makes the professional cameraman delight
She whispers to the stars at night
my eternity man come home, come home to me
for in liberty and love the rivers often run red
come home to me that I might give you a home of comfort
I can't wait to share my knowledge of love with you
the chaft and the grain will fall together
as friends pour out their hearts to one another
the knowing of gentle hands
Will sift it
Keeping that of worth
With the kindness of breath blow away the rest
my eternity man come to me
of song love
the sweetest biological things
need pretending for it
the joy of make-believe
the Africa girl still dream of love
07/19/2009 Posted on 07/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/20/09 at 02:48 AM I love her whispers... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/22/09 at 07:21 PM ...ah the sea, pirate lore...oh, and the beautiful, exotic women dreamnt of or left behind. All a divine intoxication of an inland soul upon the sea....Nice, love this. Thanks. |
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