"Shadowland..."A Poem by ChrisRemembering Baltimore or was it London ...Rotterdam... Istanbul... Kin... Tokyo... L.A. - New York... yesterday...tomorrowPresented on World Poetry Open Mic, 06/19/2015 Begins 00:14:05 into the file for those that want to hear. Remembering Baltimore or was it London ...Rotterdam... Istanbul... Kin... Tokyo... L.A. - New York... yesterday...tomorrow
"Shadowland..." Do you know what it's like to sit by the window - each night, just to wait in the neoned dark gazing out into the tenements, streets criss-crossed with shadows moving, swaying, drawing all - as you listen and listen for ...her... her to start singing - singing so softly into her echoing night singing with a lil girl’s heart and a woman's soul flowing through the words the tones the moments, all the dreams - silly nothing wishes. Open fingers reaching toward the sky reaching for the unseeable stars - and the sheer sound within the words of her knowing KNOWING it ain’t gonna be - can’t be, won’t be neverever ever …be BUT …she still flies in the streetlights and dances to neon rainbows and holds me here forever captive of her dreams.
Chris
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