Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Mystic evening sky
Moonlight sitting on the edge
Silenced by the weeping of
A lover walking upside down
Into someone's fuzzy dreams
Of sugared lies;
Dispied by poets with poems
With misspelled words
and ink smeared lines,
And music makers
With out-of-tune guitars and
Pianos with broken keys...
That's the door to perfumed
Left over from a thrill that's
Flying on the tail of a kite -With stars hanging from it;
A kite that no longer shines.
I say again.
The horses have run off
Ah, but the music keeps playing!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
10: 19 p.m.
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