Drifting.... - Poem by Don Nguyen
This jazz with all its dazzling mesmerizes my feeling
The sax played with precise perfection allures my soul to deepest being
the mind of my memories drifts back to the place of dreams
which I have been there only seemingly, enchantingly
Where street lights are always lit, pedestrians walk to trace back time
lovers walks hand in hand, quietly exchange the smile in their eyes
The days of reminiscence, long buried in this tired body
Being re-surfaced by the sounds of celestial jazz
Twirl around like fallen autumn leaves landed on my lips
paint vividly misty clouds onto my eyes
make me not wanting to come back to reality
but simply sitting here to drift away in music
or getting up, cover myself with a blanket, trace the alley with my you-tube
What a (romantic) life of a poet,
Which is destined for this poor soul who is forever walking dreaming.
Have a good day all my friends!
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