William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

A song need to sing

A song, need to sing

Memories passion recalls a voyage of enchantment that now, drifts upon silent wing.
Memories, songs written, serene melodies from a mysterious voice that once did sing
sweetly to this old soul, music brought to life by this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling,

transformed, brought back to life what had been lost, to most men of age for many a year.
Throughout times passing the mist that clouds, mysteries that shrouds brings with it a tear
and with it, crystal clear knowledge, a knowledge that what once was no longer is and fear.

A fear ???, or a realization that life, for this aged, old soul has come down to aloneness.
A life time of being the lone wolf, has brought this old soul face to face with emptiness.
An emptiness that permeates the hours, the days as he reaches back to a time of happiness

Happiness that only comes on the wings of those who have and are showing thoughtfulness
by inclusion into their Societies, giving purposes for this loner to know more than selfness
as a way to fill in the gaps between family events and the long walk toward contentedness

that seems to lead back to the music that this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling, gave to me
as undulating waves rolling across the stilled body of an Oriental lake, stones, you see
thrown, come from this old soul, causing this body perfect to create ripples across the sea

that once laid before these pleasuring, desiring, chocolate eyes to experience, to explore
to feel the energy flow from French kissing those sweet lips, hold shapely hips once more,
Memories passion still recall all of what once was and no longer is, unable to close the door.

B. J. “A ” 2
February 3rd, 2026,

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