There are mystics I have seen,
With their thoughts obscene.
Always do they linger long
Like the shadows of a song.
Like a melody of long ago
In your mind seems to grow.
Until the bubble bursts in two,
Leaving room for you to view.
Let there views come alive,
I'll do my best just to survive.
I'll still walk the avenues
That lead to thoughts of only you.
Love ya!
Jane
Wonderful memory of a great old song.
Ron