My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

2 I'm waiting

where's the music man
the drums won't beat by themselves
the guitar won't strum a tune alone
the lyrics won't sing of their own accord
where's my music man
with his raspy sultry voice
with his rough caressing fingers
transport me
with that silvery sweet tongue
unravel me
with that callused tender touch
take me away with you
to a land of eternal bliss
where's my music man
take me
I'm waiting


  1. lovely sentiments, keep writing..
    join poets rally if you wish.
    Happy Sunday.

  2. hmmmm...makes me wonder, who is this music man?