Thursday, January 15, 2009

Perfect Response

I won't sing along,
or try to learn the words,
some songs aren't made for that.
These are the ones you simply enjoy.
You close your eyes,
lean your head back,
and imagine the warmth of sunshine in summer.
The scent of the earth,
and the wood dock under your shoulder blades.
The fresh cut grass,
and the clear night of a million stars.
Enveloped in nothing but the perfect rhythm
and clandestine beats.
It couldn't be ruined,
not today.

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