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Can You Remember That One Good Night by McLain, James
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Good Night Precious by Rose, Brenda
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My angel of the waters


My angel of the waters 

Dancing in the flame beneath a flickered candle's light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen
Standing present on a distant shore

Gentle waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet
As walls I find about me steadfast true
With only but this window do I witness every need
This vision that does flood my mind of you

Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are
Upon the golden wings of whispered pleas
While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone
Now praying as I fall upon my knees

My angel of the waters with the breezes in your hair
Feel this love which flows upon the wind
There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands
Beginnings that I cherish once again

Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down 
Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee
Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams
Yours is but the love which holds the key

Free me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon
Place your eyes upon this tear stained face
Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here
Hand in hand along the shore to trace

We shall leave our footprints on the coast that you call home
Rows of two now stretching far and wide
Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart
Lock my love away so deep inside



Good Night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday

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Your man


Your man 

O' fallen leaf of barren branch
doth charge my heart, my aching heart
with missing you, needing you
On sun dried earth I lay,
grasping at my dreams, so desperate,
find that in this depth
felled by wind of colder days,
my life doth need your touch
so very much it calls to thee,
come to me, cover me
shower me with hope ~
so far you stand
~
I feel as if I am a tiny creature,
an ant on the pavement
with cracks and crevice deep
Foundling for the distance far,
searching of a path to reap
to thy heart, thy arms
O' breath of love I beg thee home,
to lie with you this eve,
this winters eve
of far off arches and grayish glare
~
My travels take me long away
Places I am lost to stay
find this man a’ crying
tears of love for thee, tears of despair
Crying, weeping, hoping, begging,
come to me,
come to me my love, my dream
into my open arms ~ waiting
~
The day might fill the emptiness
with broken branches barren so
dare I say I have the right
to honor love from you,
hold it so within my heart aching
My needs are many,
the truth has shown
for languished features painted hard,
hard against my weathered skin, rough, broken
I scream, my voice still faint of tone,
louder as is nothing less
sorted by the evening breeze
blowing strong against the fence
~
I desire thee to touch me,
kiss me, hold me, take me
The flames of passion brightly burn
igniting but this love I hold
So cherished is your heart
I feel it pounding, pulsing
within mine own chest
My quest is you and only you,
design me, I am yours,
make me as you would,
carve me, bend me, mould me,
sculpt me to be ~
your man

Good night Soupers

Ok, I got carried away a little. : )

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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.

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The beauty in these words


The beauty in these words


Rainbows o’er the valley, vibrant colors on the hill
Coconut and apple pies now cooling on the sill
A warm day in November as if fall has turned to spring
Hummingbirds and butterflies and cardinals on the wing

A picnic in the meadow out beneath an old oak tree
Picking out the different shapes in all the clouds we see
A garden filled with flowers blooming every shape and size
A cool breeze ever flowing neath the bluest azure skies

A pathway through a forest that the two of us explore
The rhythm of the ocean waves a’ crashing on the shore
A choir singing on the square as snow falls from the sky
The sound of ringing sleigh bells as it slowly passes by

A chocolate covered sundae with sweet cherries on the top
The windmill spinning on the farm that never seems to stop
Every single star we see a’ twinkling on the night
An April morning sunrise oh so wonderful and bright

A Sunday morning journey through a park that we will walk
Some quiet conversations as we find some time to talk
A cozy roaring fire on the coldest winter day
A sailboat on the ocean that shall take our hearts away

The beauty in these words I write are just my point of view
Of all the wondrous things I dream each time I dream of you
Everything that’s perfect and of all that it can be
These and so much more are what your love it brings to me

Good night Soupers

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Beneath this soft dark silent sky


Beneath this soft...dark silent sky  

 
 
 
Beneath this soft…dark silent sky
as starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets…
my heart waits
~ 
Clinging to every hope,
laced of tiny woven dreams
now filtered through weary eyes
and worried sighs
 ~
Collecting each moment shared
within my weathered hands…mixed
with essence of rose petal and
meadowlark song
 ~
Woven together in melodic patterns,
colorful arcs on golden horizons
bidding me a good evening while
riding in on the sweetest of mystic zephyrs…
 ~
as another tear paints my cheek
in transparent worry
and desperate longing for that day
when your happiness reappears
 ~
For here sits my whispered wishes,
behind tufted clouds of life,
touching me with poetic joy,
allowing me to exhale freely
 ~
Beneath this soft…dark silent sky
as starlight teardrops weep
in moon glow feathered sonnets…
where my heart waits…for your smile

Good Night Soupers

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If you were mine


If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me

symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers

eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings 

If you were mine…satin beaches would 

eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love

palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys

sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams

If you were mine…my world would 

be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire

each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need

happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore 

If you were mine…oh, if you were mine

Good night Soupers

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Drifting Soft


Drifting Soft


As I breathe,
I feel the ocean breathing
Here I stand,
a moonbeam in my hand
Touch my heart,
and know this endless feeling
Like the tide,
our journey now is planned

Horizons call,
a beacon in the distance
Silhouettes,
now dance upon its shore
Take a chance,
and reach for what you’re dreaming
As these sands,
may wash away no more

I have come,
of sailing vessels calling
As the edgeless,
foam it meets the sea
Waves of change,
will not dispose emotions
Drifting soft,
as you lay here with me

Melodies,
are found of waves now stirring
Glistening,
this twilight canopy
Heaven’s song,
in whispered quiet motions
As the stars,
extend your light I see

And I smile,
for here we find the rainbow
Rains may fall,
from clouds upon the sky
Still the sun,
now sends its dancing shadows
In your arms,
my love stays warm and dry

Cocoa eyes,
enhance the scene so sweetly
Golden tan,
your skin upon my own
Miles long,
this beach does wait our footprints
Now our love,
does come to take us home

Good Night Soupers

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FINDING ME


To sigh deep in the interlude of time
Before my world of silence closes in, 
As nightfall marks the ticks of birdsong’s chime
And let a North Star bless my world within.
The change of song brings memories’ relief
Asking not what true dreams are all about;
So chant dear sparrows and take flight with peace
And will my wings to rise without a doubt.
Then prayers spill for moments truly felt
For graced tokens of charms are now endowed;
When solace drifts as fragrant raindrops melt
To lounge on twilight’s edge , adorned its  shroud.

Oh, joy so calm beneath the pewter moon
A journey trailed,  where dawn will find me soon.


Where Will They Find You Contest of Marugo Mo
3/18/2016

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We danced in the downpour


We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving, 
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire tracks,
straight lines on the damp asphalt

Staring up, dreaming,
still feeling your good night kiss,
wondering if you know
I am nothing without you,
my life is because of you
So many years spent floating,
blurs in lingering dark shadows
curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,
broken bleachers where others met,
and I watched, fearing never me,
darkness would be my hand to hold,
lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes, 
a clean plate in line for desert,
they just ran out, 
vanilla pudding disappointment, 
and it was...

I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light,
as I notice the lamp in your room is out,
when did that happen, where was I, 
and the drizzle coats my glasses
A chill claims me as the street light flickers
and I suppose it's time to go
in these saturated high tops 
squishing as I pace this sidewalk
of smeared chalk masterpieces

My heart aches again, my life, this night,
every night on an avenue to the border,
is truly nothing without you,
an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,
an existence worth the lint in my pocket,
a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted 
on walls of off-white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat
and I wonder if you know...there is no other, 
none that can compare, 
none that could ever be,
no one will ever touch me, thrill me or
love me like you do and I will not be...
I will not be, I can not be without you

Turning to leave these clinging shadows,
sighing I want you but the hour is now late,
you’re probably in bed, but 
any time away from you is lonely
The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain
all but blocking my view, blinding me,
when a hand on my arm spins me,  
it is you, drenched, smiling brown eyes 
on this dreary night as you tell me
you know,  you know and it is me
and you mean it, I can tell

We dance in the downpour,
it is us and we are in love, 
to the melody of the rain,
our song, they are all our songs, 
kicking puddles and laughing 
with wet eye lashes, kissing,
soaked with love, 
with devotion and sunny days,
moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other
on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light
and forever...you and me


Good night Soupers

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This evening called passion

This evening called passion 


“Moonbeams now blushing ‘pon soft heavens ashen, 
love flowing deeply, this evening called passion” 



Ensconced in effervescent lingerings
sifting through moonlit seams
Soft flavored drippings of ecstasy
melting slowly within the fever
dancing across my skin
as your fingers trace
the outline of my deepest secrets,
mysteries lodged in seductive breaths

Your love my opiate, addictive enchantment
Stimulated senses heightened
Moon drenched quivers, silver lined
adrift on satin sighs
Floating delirious within
hypnotic eyes,
seducing my mind in eternal desires

Trance infused emotions
cling to each nuance of mesmeric longings
Swirling smoke ringlets
penetrate stardust cosmos,
culminating in sensual motions
atop gilded sheets
drenched of our rapture,
etched in euphoria
Two silhouettes entwined
on this evening called passion

Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you on Monday

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Whisper hello to the night


Whisper hello to the night

Springtime echoes call your name
through the valleys tangerine
Before a pastel painted sunset
 twilight moments so serene

Feel the winds of tender flow
quivering upon your heart
In my arms I hold you tightly
as the daylight does depart

Sit with me this velvet meadow
while the moon enchants the view
Kiss me soft of endless wonder
feel this love I have for you

Count the stars above now shining
dream with me beneath their light
As the two of us together
whisper hello to the night

Good Night Soupers

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Midnight Celestial Kiss


Midnight Celestial Kiss

Moonlight reflects lingering ripples
glistening upon crystalline waters
as we float beneath a canopy
of enchanted constellations dreaming . . .

of a forever universe to explore

Nebula brushstrokes paint
an onyx canvas in gemstone vistas
and comet tail whispers
as we melt within harmonic caresses . . .

neath a jeweled nightscape’s shimmer

I make a wish on the falling stars
found in your heaven sent eyes
as cicadas sing along a shoreline
of silhouettes and lily pad shadows . . .

while willowy ripples embrace the shadows

 Then as your stardust lips meet mine,
I feel my heart beat in cosmic rhythms
with nature’s evening serenade composed
in the key of this midnight celestial kiss . . .

knowing my wish has come true




Good night Soupers
See you on Monday

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Since she is here with me


Since she is here with me 

Here upon uncharted land
I wander as I please
Silence comes the morning sun
now streaming through the trees

Destinations carry me
along a sorted way
Down the path to anywhere
on any given day

Corners I may come around
are sharp in their design
Slowly I do make my way
to see what I can find

Loneliness I’ve come to know
as yet my only friend
Days and nights do travel so
to greet me once again

There beyond a clearing dense
the brush so thorned and thick
Making haste I follow through,
my legs they move so quick

For here, but any sight I see
to dance before my eyes
Thoughts that seem to comfort me
when then I realize

Sunning long the water’s shore
if but a fantasy
A beauty drinks of nature’s fair
as if she waits for me

Now my shadow blends the scene
she turns to show her face
Like a painted masterpiece
my mind can not erase

Glowing like an evening star
so radiant and true
Hair of brown and velvet sheen
I’m lost inside her view

Then her smile captures me,
it holds on ever tight
So as I can hardly breathe
my head it feels so light

“Come and sit here by my side”
her words a happy song
Sitting down I can’t believe,
somehow this must be wrong

Oh to feel my beating heart
in moments such as this
Like an angel sent to me
if but to know her kiss

As the sun is setting
and a crescent moon does rise
Watching the reflection glow
within her island eyes

Now my days are endless
as I now know what that means
For I will spend forever
with this woman of my dreams

And we shall go a wandering
where ever we may find
Down a beach of shifting sand,
a mountain top to climb 

Across a field of daffodils,
beneath a falling star
No where else shall be too close
nor shall it be too far

For all along I thought this place
was heaven don’t you see
Now I know it is the truth
since she is here with me

Good night Soupers

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Come, let's dream


Come, let’s dream  

Wept this dream, my thoughts they fill
Take me from this weary place
Where darkness screams a painful chill
In torment of the mind does race

I wait here thick of splintered thorn
My tears they fall upon the seed
In hopes the bloom of perfect dawn
Will light the way of what I need

My hands are sore of calloused fear
Scars my skin they carve a line
Neath bramble branch of broken cheer
Abreast of this near mortal time

Your hand I long of feathered feel
So soft the touch, my heart does wane
These eyes, a love to then reveal
Within your arms, ignite the flame

Lift me, I am frail and weak
Desires but the breath of you
To breathe within this soul I seek
Allowing dreams to mend the true

Or shall I die alone this eve
Beyond the moon of wicked glow
Lost of every captured dream
And nothing more I need to know

I fall to this, my final peace
Lost, the dark impedes the light
Then bow my head, oh fear, now cease
And bid farewell this lonely night

When there, atop, a shadowed form
With torch in hand of flickered fire
Eyes so wide to fend the storm
I reach for her with deep desire

Upon my brow a single kiss
Of angel wings in silken twine
“Arise” a voice, melodic bliss
“I’ve come, my love, to make you mine”

The sun appears on northern trace
As flowers bloom in petals fair
Of wishes I do cast this place
My fortune now to find you there

“Come, let’s dream, let’s dream as one”
You sing to me harmonic voice
“And fall in love till time is done”
My heart has only but one choice

We leave this place of fractured doubt
My hand in yours, no longer pain
A feeling but the need to shout
Dear heavens, thank you once again

For I was lost, a wilted soul
Alone of this and every breath
Of counted stars to take their toll
Awaiting but my coming death

And now my world has filled the brim
With love I find so full inside
My dream is you, has always been
No longer do I run and hide

So now we dream, we dream as one
Such beauty does my life exceed
Perfection to my sight has come
Sweet angel, all I’ll ever need

Good night Soupers

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for days unending and hours slow


for days unending and hours slow


Where we stand, 
these distant shores
beneath a moonlit canopy,
stardust shimmers gather
on hibiscus tides whispering hello
as long walks take soft turns
leaving destined footprints
on my mind,
wandering lost in coastal desires… 

I think of you,
toes in the sand,
feeling the waves caressing
this island dream, this wish
for days unending and hours slow
while lips ignite passions
reflecting on faraway horizons,
tempting fingers,
exploring nature’s endless bounties,
bronze skin sensuality…

Enchanted by a smile, a voice
a touch, softly lingering
like the silent surf,
quietly beckoning in amorous patterns
as we lie on cool shores,
drenched in an evening
made for only two,
writing love poetry on a beach
we now call our own…

Good night Soupers

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Here upon a silent wind


Here upon a silent wind

Here upon a silent wind,
a longing it does fall
As fated feelings float the breeze
in answers soon to call

Of what I am imagining,
the truth shall somehow be
If after all is said and done
your love remains with me

My thoughts they paint the shadows
in a smile I now wear
With each delivered promise made
within your heart to share

So come inside my waiting arms,
 a perfect night is here
For this shall be my only need
to have you always near

These dreams are for believers
every eye that peers the sky
Gazing to this velvet night
of moon beams soaring high

Casting forth decisions of
a wisdom ever true
To whisper on this silent wind
and say that I love you

Good night Soupers

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Lullaby


Lullaby



Hush now sweet angel and slowly drift away
As night has taken the light from the day
So rest now my angel and dream of a land
With flowers like oceans and meadows like sand
Play there sweet angel and forget all your fears
Let laughter replace all the pain and the tears
Sleep my sweet child in night's quiet peace
Let go of your troubles, all sorrows release
Hush now sweet angel and slowly drift away
As night has now taken the light from the day
So rest now my angel and dream of a land
With flowers like oceans and meadows like sand

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue

a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view

his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog

fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog

the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe

No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow

Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive

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Stand your Ground, even as the world Falls apart

There is a fracture to my heart, oxygen deprived to my brain.
It just won't let me love again. 
Is this where I fool myself to believe, this is the fun part?

My system is in repair, It's not A-Okay.
I don't care what people say.
I will not become part of the jungle out there.

Maybe i'll shed a few more tears,
and as they evaporate into thin air with every care.

I remember that...

It was my decision to take the fall,
because even now, I want her to stand tall.

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

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Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had

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To become one


To become one

Even if moonlight is broken
and wild flowers wilt
beneath a stolen sun
lost in a twilight song,
sung in off key silhouettes
along a choral reef
drenched in caramel pages
of forgotten ink...

amidst an ocean’s marathon,
waving to popsicle patrons,
melting your heart
in every sweetness now
clinging to shirt tails
of written directions
leading away

Even if they take your hand
in cotton candy promises
and merry-go-round whispers,
those of endless phrases
of love’s poetic mist
gathering about your eyes,
enticing your smile
as if they are owed it…

hear my pleas in truthful cries,
teardrop wishes
flowing steadfast feelings,
beyond any rose petal stanzas
or peppermint verses
of unfelt meanings in
penned deception
luring you…
 
and walk with me,
so I may show you a place
among the hidden forests
and daffodil daydreams,
where you will know
my love is real,
where affection’s map
leads to a wondrous 
treasure of happiness,
where the moon and stars
dance pirouettes
in tempo with 
our hearts…

where we may
 invite eternity
to become one…
with us


Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday

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Goodnight to the Moon

Another night has come and gone
Sleep tight old friend the moon
The sands of time are running fast
As days turn in to dunes

Yellow takes away the black
Today is but a breath
Yesterday will not be back
'til shadows dance of death

Fret not my ageless sleepy friend
Sands will cease not falling
Dunes fade to beaches at the end
Dusk tides will soon be calling



    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

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Whispers


Whispers

The sunset bids 
the day farewell
in whispers sent 
this timeless shore

While here we sit  
among its glow,
my whispers say, 
"I love you more"

Good night Soupers

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Midnight For Me


It's now, once again midnight
 and yesterday is all but gone.
The beginning of a new day
 a little peace and quiet until dawn.

It's the time I like to take a moonlit drive,
 with the windows all rolled down.
Feel the breeze upon my face
 as we are headed out of town.

Rolling through the old places,
 we used to go, when I was young.
Where we used to all meet on the back roads,
 looking for anything to do that was fun.

It usually involved beer, 
 and some cool rock'in tunes.
We would party until the break of dawn
 then sleep till just about noon.

Those were the days when midnight,
 was the beginning of my day.
We would be cruising down the back roads,
 just letting the music play.




Dan Kearley: 11-17-15