Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I find myself behind closed doors
away from the outside world,
the teletube reverts itself
faceless music spins & twirls;

Was that a cricket that i heard
thru this stillness deep inside,
the march of spring looms in the air
upon steps that touch not - but ride.

A flotilla of dreams setting sail
upon a diamond encrusted sea,
my heart unfurls with the lightest breeze
bringing your memories back to me.

On this our night of special times
when we toast our love on high,
the crystal clink of our smiles
brings thankfulness to our eyes.

Good Saturdays were made for this
our freedoms sailing port to port,
passions entwined in red silk sheets
two bodies as one left without retort.

~~~~~^~~~~~
Cecil B. Lee

bringing your memories back to me

She came to me in a dream once
At least that is how I remember it
a memory I almost forgot
thanks for jogging my memory

Wow that is real poetry
Eloquent
What can I say
I feel like I am up
On a billboard on a highway
Some
Where else other than here
The light says” it’s check out time”
She always says that
Could drive a person batshit crazy

Hanalei kauai has “ Leslie kilbody”
Surfer girls in the 70 s and 80 s
I guess every town has a star athlete

The golden Adonis
The smiling cowboy
The actor
The drunk
The narassistic fuck
I loved them all she cried
Go figure
Leslie never got married
Like the game “ clue”

terrific poem....full of love and faith and hope

my fave :....".the crystal clink of our smiles
' ............. brings thankfulness to our eyes "

nice work cecil