Switching on the mescal button,
to be influenced by the moon light...
With no war here, can the peace be marred,
You sat right next to me, and yet so far...
The turntables moved faster
as the time moved on,
the hands, they took me closer,
closer to the stars...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
hey Mr tambourine man, did'nt know u were a poet... loved it...
TALENT..thats all i can say!!!
silver moonlight
nowhere in sight?
and stars, for instance
only twinkle in the distance.
Post a Comment