Hey Linda What Did You Mean U Read It Cuz It Was Me So Could You Kindly Tell Me Who I Am

linda-----listen to Leonard Cohen any song on youtube.....puhhhhhh leasssssse he'll make you feel as inadaaquate as he does me, betcha....i cannot listen to his words early because i would never write another word during the day.....DO NOT let me know if he is or is not an unmitigated genius because I dig cliff hangars your friend, ~free!~ AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW SNOW Saturday sought Snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast but for me it was heaven sent The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight It was the final tune of that night so right And then she mystically appeared, that evening’s gift to me But no, ’twas music and dance no more for us that eve or evermore For the band was on their symphonic way And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again So you see, As seasons do disparate deeds April slay the snow……………… And as the ice and snow had done sorrowfully she was gone Hours devoured days since I’d held her hand to dance Alas when dreamed did I of her By what name wouldst she be summoned forth Thusly I gave her many names All mellifluent All melodic All floral All names that claimed a soul serene Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart I knew not the trail to her abode, on a street blessed by her presence No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end Never to be continued Someone opened the door to the lounge And the band was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there but for to meet me And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew near We both agreed that week had been a master with no heart And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start © 2011.…Phreepoetree PHOUR PHOOLS PHOUR PHITES