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A song was on my mind today...
mist of morning on the windshield
fogged by summer’s heat and air cooled chill…
driving to my daily ritual of sanity,
an exercise and excuse
To keep me whole.
What made me want to listen…
knowing full well where it would take me..
reckless reality of separation and ache
in the discovery of
someone and something
I so desperately need...
“…Waiting for the light
to come shining through.”
His focused messages
keeping me strong despite
my constant elation
in matters of the heart...
such happiness projected by
a newfound sense of wholeness,
purloined by complicated measures of
oceans and distance…
simultaneous dignity.
Morrison moans so soulfully
the very words encountered
behind the wheel one night,
discovered so prefect that
listening was of imminent importance...
sung as though conjured
from your own poetic hand.
And so the melody continued
in this post-dawn commute,
so vastly unimportant when compared
to two souls turning right,
and yet, the perfect background
for meeting unexpectedly and drawn
for one last kiss before parting.
Those tones drew shades of passion paired,
a sacred moment reserved only for you and me,
a theme two lovers share,
helping them cope
and pass the trial of time, while
keeping that infinite gift of possibility alive.
”...Someone exactly like you”
My tears compete with blanketing mist
wipers and tissue useless...
longing and strength collide
as I listen intently to every note,
every lyric memorized...
while borrowing glistening images
from my mind...
Smiling still and confident ...
my journey through this song today
will finally bring me home
to loving you.
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Taylor Ryan
6/28/2006
© 2006 Taylor Ryan (All rights reserved)
Much respect and with awe,
CJ
wow!..AM IMPRESSED..
VESNA:)
wipers and tissue useless...
longing and strength collide
as I listen intently to every note, <------That is tight, your metaphor use astounds me! I really do like your style!!! YOur in a trance and you ran with it, is what it feels like! Good thing paper and pen was available. Be Happy! and Stay in those feelings once again. You have a way of moving the soul with your chosen words, I will be back here again. Glad I found you! Keep Writing as easily and as you do, like the floatiness of the butterfly on a cool windy day! Warm HuGs!*She*oxo
right words, right time.......yes!
within! T h a n k s for the ride. Hope to enjoy many more!! 'Pea' <3
Love&blessings, Rhonda
and make itself at home. Your words are powerful, Taylor!
Regis
This is the work of someone who walks humbly through the fields and along the paths of life reaching out to be inspired. You have been blessed with a pure crystalline river connection with those soulful eyes and longing heart that fuels the poets awareness.
Taylor, I believe you have this gift because you are filled with real humility. There is a most beautiful connection you have with what you dream and hope and what you express.
I believe that the true heart of a poet/writer struggles always with countless forces that try to derail the vision, circumstance, insecurities, fears, and every other evil head that rises up to kill, steal, and destroy the essence of who we are, what we do, and who we are going to be.
Sometimes all it takes is a kind word, or a blessing from another to release the flow. This is one of your best and I have saved it!
You are blessed for being given this gem Taylor, and I am blessed to be your friend, and for being given the priviledge to read the heart of a real poet.
In friendship and respect!
Richard
And I share your passion for Van The Man... hopefully, might get tickets for an open-air concert at a national park close to here to see him at the end of July... Yey!! Eagles last week... Rolling Stones in August... my 70's jeans are just about holding together... :)) Love this, TY Kate xx
imagery that grasps the heart and won't let go! Beautifully written!
A keeper!
I'm happy you reside here with me and that I have your pens to enjoy and relate.
Thanks for being you!
Susan
What can I say....)
Suffice to say, we can and must never hold back in love...
Time is precious, and time is short
Breathtaking poetry of the highest and most sublime degree
Love
Peter
Taylor
speechless.. to say the least
excellent job