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Take Me

by Walter Jones (Age: 67)
copyright 04-27-2006


Age Rating: 16 +

In shadows looking, I find the words I need to drink, come in early, stay late, do not think, I will cross the river, I will live forever, savior take me to the brink

Fingers play in the words of everyone I meet
someday I will sleep in her arms again before
my soul dies.

Come hear
boy what do you say
Love is gift
Come hear and play her

Have you heard
Angels fall into night
Love it calls you like a light
Soft her kiss on your skin

Warm are the dreams
that we live in today
I was the voice
Come hear and play

It was cold in the bar
Her voice was playing
out my life star
In the image of drunk

Come hear me dear
You know I am gone
Down every drink
I am almost home

Hold like me that glass
Kiss me like the wine warm
Take me in the darkness
I need your loving arms about me

She left me crying old songs
Joined me in another
as I cried county blues
She laughs and takes my hand

Dripping honey on down
We trip the scales
of her memories
long sold

Younger than the tremble
in my voice
She leads to bed
I take the love by chance

Engines roar
darkness surrounds me
alone with love
I am lost

Fingers play in the words of everyone I meet
someday I will sleep in her arms again before
my soul dies.


So come in the night of my memories
take the soul that lingers for you.
Hold the dreams of yesterday
keep them safe
As I wait for you

In shadows looking, I find the words I need to drink, come in early, stay late, do not think, I will cross the river, I will live forever, savior take me to the brink






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        08-29-2008     Frank Fields        

Across the River Jordan, or the River Styx? Small matter, but I know of one which bears no name, but across which, with the help of a friendly cacique, the crossing is still made after she is found again.

"Fingers play in the words of everyone I meet
someday I will sleep in her arms again before
my soul dies."

A worthy ending.

Frank :)



        08-25-2008     Brooke Marquette        

Such a unique poem...an interesting, well written piece! It was like a story, vivid and descriptive. I really liked it. Strong wording and style. Great job! Keep it up!!! :D



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