Sea of Love-My Palm Tree D’oir

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Found her on a holiday 

 

Found her on a holiday

Saw her from a distant shore

Smiled, she looked away

My summer special

My palm tree D’oir

 

Sunlight on her face

Shyness between our space

I said, “your the prettiest”

She said, “you lie”

“agree to disagree”

Together we walked a mile

 

Nervous smile on her face

Hot sand on my feet

Endless days of summer breeze

Days of life, days of love

Days of memory’s thereof

 

Your my summer potential 

Your my Sunday special

My dream vacation 

My ultimate destination 

 

Silver moonlight, stillness of midnight

Standing in silence, femme fatale, film noire 

“You know girls don’t whistle”

“You know your my kisses”

Chill in the air, warm embrace

Said our goodnights, unknowns left in place

 

In the sweet warm calm of morning

Teal blue skies above

Orchid petals opens delight

Firefly glows so bright

Sunlight floating in the haze

Reflecting across the ocean’s waves

Fast living desire, making slow love by fire

 

Sunlight shimmers bursts through the blinds

Blinded by the brightness of her smile

Fast fixed romance on a dime

I’ll give you my love 

I’ll give my life, my endless desire

Cool sadness as time expires

 

Your my summer special 

My dream vacation 

My ultimate destination

My palm tree D’oir

 

Your my summer potential

Your my Sunday special

My dream vacation 

My ultimate destination 

 

Skipping balls across the tennis court

Embracing one last time behind the mall

Days of perfection, days turned to fall

Time paints broad strokes of comedy across the wall

Can we maybe just hang for a while

“No”, as night comes to crash love exile

 

Your my summer special 

My dream vacation 

My ultimate destination

My palm tree D’oir

 

Your my summer potential

Your my Sunday special

My dream vacation 

My ultimate destination 

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I do not generally read, much

I do not generally read, much less like, poems that are designated as song lyrics . . . but, for this, I am very glad to make an exception.  Knowing nothing about music (my experience runs to Chopin, the symphonies of Shostakovich, and the Seventies' disco/pop), I cannot say what kind of song it is, or will be, but I do have a bit of experience with poetry; and, as a poem, this is both poignant and powerful.  The words sound like a conversation, but they also have a metaphysical effect that goes to the cosmic.  There is sufficient detail to make bring the effect of reality, while not so much that it becomes merely a chattery pile of lines.  Your strategic repetition of what I take to be the chorus or refrain gives the poem---and it is a poem, not just a song---the sound of an invocation, which enhances its poetic power.  The metrical structure of the lines allows for the poem to move at a good pace, and yet it does not rush the reader along---there is time to pause and savor a phrase, or a concept, or an image.  You should be very proud of this poem; and I am very glad that random browsing brought me here.


Enjoy effulgent days and exquisite nights.

Starward

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