warrior eyes

[saw]

if i could hear that hook
in my head again, that chorus so delicious
you want a triple scoop,
I could write some mighty licks

lyrics you could gallop on
across the meadows of golden yesterdays
when the saddle becomes part of the rider
and the hoofs pound out 4/4 time

and music and thought become welded,
braised in juices so slick, you slide away
into that room nowhere on the blueprints
where consciousness is forced into a padded cell

and love IS....love is, the one you are
and there is sanctuary in her arms
and hearts begin to smile like cheshire organs
and your lips and tongue are lighter than air

where walking and talking are breathing
and dinner is always a feast
and novels are there on the shelf
for dreamers that haven't given up

and summer reading is a garden for old warrior eyes

[mtmynd]

smart piece you weaved together, hombre! I like the pictures you gently eased out. I like those lyrics you hear.

...and the words fitting just right as if your love kept the beat in synchronicity.

[saw]

thanx so much Cecil...appreciate the feedback pardner....