Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I wrote you a song once
the original coffee-stained copy
was folded up in my guitar case

the title was your name
it was about that day we met
when you tapped me on the shoulder

as I was peering down into the park
at the music stage in the glen
across from the art museum

I was trying to listen to the band,
decide whether I wanted to walk down the hill
to get a better perspective

when you said from behind me
"excuse me, are you heading down ?"
I turned around into the blue vortex of your eyes

your hair waving like a a golden lioness,
I said, " Yes...I am....are you ?".....
that day lasted for four years

Aaaah, them vortexes, and blue to boot...
timeless... sometimes

One will remember those moments for a lifetime,so unexpected sometimes then in the same moment they are gone , nothing is ever the same, but a folded piece of paper can bring it all back and a poem can just give a glimpse of a magic time , yes

What happened in and to the vortex ?

even tornadoes die...haha....intense from day one to nuclear flame out four years later....I've actually tried to find her...but no luck...she's incognito

four years
a lot of power
sympathetic light