Randy the Poet
Randy sings out to me, I write
My own heart strings and dance.
Romance, my true love, forever.
Whirling, twirling on the floor
Forever more, no door, barns -
Bars, bands, adrenalin glands.
Piano, music in a box, in glass,
Brass candle sticks, pick a tune.
Write, dance, bathe, dine, wine
In soft glows of love. Blow a kiss,
Miss a beau, love with all your
Heart, soulfully letting it flow.
Catch a dream by a stream, never
Letting go. Flute plays, eagles on
High, sighing a relieve God is on
High mountains, fountains, waterfalls
Calling me home, where's home? Here!
Hear me calling you now brown cow,
To come on in. Grinning from ear to
Ear, I hear angels' voices yearning
Me to learn, burning the evening oil.
Coiling snakes, clam bakes, cupcakes.
It's all good. Thank God!
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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