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The Only One For Me

The Only One For Me by John Trudell

The Only One For Me

You're my prayer's answer

My song's refrain

My cloud, my sky, my sun and rain

You are my passion

My heart's desire

My night, my day, my warming fire

You are my sweetness

My spirit's soar

My dance, my music, my reason for

You are my light

My soul's embrace

My other self that wears your face

You are my treasure

My hidden gold

My wealth, the depth, cannot be told

You are my blessing

My greatest gift

My joy that gives this life a lift

You are my lover

My dearest friend

My best companion that's ever been

You are my heart

My need to be 

My love till ends eternity

You are the only one for me.

©By Voo

Sept 19, 2010   

1:45 a.m.

 

I Dreamed Of Oranges

 

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 Ghost Song by Max Ablitzer

I Dreamed Of Oranges

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl

On a brown teak wood table

In a small yellow kitchen.

I could smell the fragrance

Hanging in the sun beamed air

So sweet and tangy

I could almost taste them.

Checked blue curtains billowed

In the gentle morning breeze

The window was open

And somewhere a child sang softly.

I stood in the doorway, puzzled

Something felt so right

Something seemed so wrong

But I didn't know what it was.

My eyes caught the sight

Of a tiny baby shirt

Hanging on a clothesline

Swaying, swaying back and forth.

A dog chased a big black cat

Through tulip beds of red and purple

And in a moment of bravery

The cat turned and stood still as stone.

There were no cars, no radios

The world was strangely silent

Except for the wind blown lullaby

Of the faraway child.

The floor was cool on my bare feet

But it felt so good and comforting

I walked into the sun beam

And took a fruit in my trembling hand.

I peeled diligently in one long peel

Until I got to the last piece

And then it broke off and hit the floor

So loudly that it woke me up.

So sweet, so juicy, so tantalizing

I raised my dusty hand to my mouth

Lying there in the baked red desert

Dying of thirst and dying of longing.

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl.

           

©by Voo

Aug 13, 07

10 p.m.

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