Brown eyed belly dancer
churning up the quest
reminding one when all is finished
one can never rest.
Deep within the sighs of space
a star is softly flaming
but now it's hidden from my sight
for in De Kalb it's raining
I know somewhere else it's shining
and someone else is finding
the path it's given me.
Brown eyed belly dancer
messin' up my mind
making it turn and purr
while the quiet is quite kind.
Softly in the distance
not to very far
I hear the sound of quiet coming
amid the honking car
slowly it gains on me
and suddenly I can see
the times I've lost were times I've won
within the tale that's just begun.
Brown eyed belly dancer
movin' oh, so fast
do you think we could find the time
still enough to last?
7/5/75
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Gaslight Summertime Reflections
PoetryPoetry covering my life's history. Ongoing--still breathing. My poems are a snapshot of a thought, of a feeling, of a time, of a person. But mostly myself as a male growing up from the 60's--after all, we could drink from a hose and survive and...
