Talking

Would you say hello

If I smiled and said hi

Do they sit and listen

When tales are spun

Do the words drift away

To float in an amber sky

Lay your shirt upon my sleeve

Say the words I long to hear

Twist a poem and story

With a lack of truth or just a touch

It don’t matter just say it out

Say it loud

And listen

Please listen

To those who try

To go beyond the screens

The veils which hide

The beauty of the words

The logic it twists

The picture burns

Impregnates and tunes

The song inside

Drift away from your desk

And hear

The ray

A peak cap and a guitar and his words. Oh my those words. Ray la montangne in ireland after 8 years. Finally got to hear his tunes from the stage. Sitting listening and the feeling overwhelming me to go home and write something beautiful. Haunting and mellow ,violent and serene all emotions are touched by his voice and guitar

Young love remembers that of me

Long ago i used to hear your smiling

in the place where my lonely heart will be

now i stray alone among the lost dreams

Where the thoughts they fade away to whispers

and young love remembers that of me

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Alone she wraps the scarf around me

in the tale the wind it shadows free

my eyes they see the strangers fingers

and her smile is lost for you and me

And young love remember that of me

___

Stolling down the brook now

i listen to the flowers in their bloom

they flutter their prayers to my memory

where the river meanders to a stream

And young love remember that of me

 

(c) Frank McGivney (a work in progress)