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where everything old is new again inviting the reality of the living space into this fantasy, trusting the muses within to create something wonderful out of whatever may come, I welcome music coming at random from another's choices... and Garth Brooks sings Shameless (ah, thank you Billy Joel) and I start to sing along and forget the words, shivering as a tear of sorrow merges with a tear of laughter as the tears and the words slip through my memories like grease sizzling down the side of a frying pan over a blazing campfire, bursting into flame and smoke simultaneously and disappearing almost before another can notice...
laying back softly enjoying the show and later making love by the fires warm glow as the ocean waved us home of sunrise waking on our favorite dunes and sunsets welcoming us to our very own moons and of promises made of our favorite tunes no matter where we'd roam these memories bring us home of campus corners hidden from view through trees that would give us a clue to the secrets of morning dew and all that can be known of life and love and a best friend and all that matters in the end when the heart can stop and not pretend the way to truth it's shown these memories bring us home time without you was never the right time but time within you was moving too fast magic is a moment of forever made as soon as you know it has passed facing facts, this life is temporary facing truth you know the die is cast facing you again, suddenly knowing only memories are made to last of the old book store on Cannery Row sitting back reading and letting time go feeling the presence of trust we could show as the wonder of each tome memories made us a home and all the loves that came before can surround us with play once more as we resume what life is for then tickled by the foam as memories bring us home just one more sunset we can own as memories bring us home perhaps there is a method to my madness that you can find for yourself... I smile knowingly, but shall explain only to eyes that connect with mine and until then, I fantasize, imagine, and thank the muses for the occasional inspirations I find in this life... and on the web... I shall continue... yes
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |