Thin Air
©2008 Wayne Cook
I could see the sky
In her doe-like eyes
The earth silent at her feet
Her shoulders rose proud
Like the tops of clouds
The sun worshipped her when in sleep
Her body was lithe
A sculpture alive
With flesh and bone and blood
Gentle of face
I could sense her grace
Desire and my tears mixed flood
I played my guitar
As my mind strayed afar
An invitaion played in her smile
The image would stay
Then it would fade
My arms reached for her all the while
My soul sang a song
My heart panting, longed
For her fragrance and skin drove me mad
Her breath sighed anew
Finally I knew
The dream through, desperate, I grabbed
Thin air……
My angular and wandering travels....
- Wayne Cook
- Duncanville, TX, United States
- I'm an international person, having spent 6+years of my youth in various Central and South American countries. Within my occupation as a television engineer, I've since traveled back to Mexico several times to film various religious sites, to Ireland to film a video documentary on the life of St. Patrick, to Portugal and England. Each time I took hundreds of pictures, wrote songs and poems about the things I saw and heard and felt go on around me, and tried to absorb a sense for what people in each locale thought. How they love, how they see, how they think.... My other sites: www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle http://community.webshots.com/user/waynocook www.soundclick.com/eddieaustin
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Breathtaking...
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