I LISTEN TO
THIS SONG
IN A PLACE
WHERE I GO
TO DREAM
OF YOU,
ITS SOMETHING
SO SEXY
AND PRIVATE
I DO,
SAILING WAY
BACK
ALONG THE LINE
WHERE
THERE WAS
THIS MYSTERY,
WHEN I WAS
STILL A DREAMER,
IMAGINING
SOMEONE
DYING TO HAVE ME,
AND VICE VERSA
AS I DANCE
IN MY PRIVATE
ROOM,
SURROUNDED BY
THE FACES AND
BEAMS,
PLACES OF SCHEMES
IGNITED BY
THE IMAGINATION
OF A DANCER
WHO IS FOREVER
ENGULFED
IN STREAMS
OF HERSELF,
GOING BACK
TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN BELIEVING
IS ADJUNCT
TO GIVING,
AND SLINKY IS JUST
WHAT HAPPENS
TO THE RAW
IMAGINATION…
THIS SONG
IN A PLACE
WHERE I GO
TO DREAM
OF YOU,
ITS SOMETHING
SO SEXY
AND PRIVATE
I DO,
SAILING WAY
BACK
ALONG THE LINE
WHERE
THERE WAS
THIS MYSTERY,
WHEN I WAS
STILL A DREAMER,
IMAGINING
SOMEONE
DYING TO HAVE ME,
AND VICE VERSA
AS I DANCE
IN MY PRIVATE
ROOM,
SURROUNDED BY
THE FACES AND
BEAMS,
PLACES OF SCHEMES
IGNITED BY
THE IMAGINATION
OF A DANCER
WHO IS FOREVER
ENGULFED
IN STREAMS
OF HERSELF,
GOING BACK
TO THE BEGINNING
WHEN BELIEVING
IS ADJUNCT
TO GIVING,
AND SLINKY IS JUST
WHAT HAPPENS
TO THE RAW
IMAGINATION…
FOR WHEN
THE MIND SETS
ALONG WITH
THE
MUSIC,
THERE IS A PATH
OUT OF THIS
WORLD
THAT TAKES
YOU AWAY,
AND FOR JUST
A MINUTE,
OR FOUR
ITS SO MUCH
MORE,
LYING DOWN
ON THE BED,
OR DANCING
ALONE
WATCHING CITY
LIGHTS
OF A PLACE THAT
CHANGED MY LIFE
FACES APPEAR,
LINGERING LONG
AFTER THE SONG,
SOOTHING THE
MIND
THAT’S WHERE
I BELONG,
THE DREAMER
THE FLOWER
THE DANCER
THE BOWER,
HOLD MY
HAND AS WE
RUN IN THE
MOONLIGHT
AT MIDNIGHT
THERE ON
THE BEACH…
NOW YOU’RE
WITHIN REACH!
©JW WINSLOW 9/1/2021