The curtains are singing
to the geraniums.
The curtains sing in the voice of THE FOUR TOPS.
'...and he'll kiss your lips...and caresse your waiting... fingertips..'
The geraniums
just blush a deep red
as the Sixties sunshine
makes their copper pot home
glisten... glisten...I listen...
to all this
and know
that someday I will travel to these words and make them real
and that my heart... my '...heart's gonna fly...fy away.'
(For Scarlet O' Treat)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are so in tune with the songs that we remember...the words, the emotions, the memories the songs trigger...loved them...and you...Scarlett