LingeringA Poem by Jack...Lingering
Golden soft, rays a’ fleeting filter, pristine light through branches does sift Along a peach grove corridor and dirt road dreams of scattered dust
I sit and watch the day unfolding, hot, the cup my hand now holds Tiny sips of morning flavors sing as I long for the miles to disappear
Beyond blue skies calling out to me from eastern horizons with voices melodic Bringing the music of your heart on breezes … sugar sweet and pure
As I taste your smile of sunrise beauty, feel your touch of dawning desire and stare off quietly to where I’d rather be… I sip my cup again, lingering in all that is you
© 2014 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on January 12, 2014Last Updated on January 13, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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