The fray. And a amazing Prince song.
(Fray-1 a : to wear (something, such as an edge of cloth) by or as if by rubbing : fret. b : to separate the threads at the edge of. 2 : strain, irritate … a botched new bus system … which has frayed tempers. �” The Economist. intransitive verb. 1 : to wear out or into shreds.)
The fray..
Wanderlust, free-mind or too much drink.
He fall into the fray of dreams nightly.
Maybe just dreams??
Something beautiful, something sweet came into my dreams.
Rolling fingers over sleeping skin,
rolling hands over quiet body,
rolling arms awakening dark heart.
She laid in a field of the wildflowers,
her colorless eyes,
transforming faces of kindness,
of ladies, I have known.
He heard a whisper,
don’t fall into the fray.
The prettiest gal he had ever known, ever seen.
Her brought her closer, pressed her body toward him and he whispered.
I love you Sheena.
He moved his face to her stomach and she whispered.
Taste, exam and learn.
the fray is the secret places where lovers go.
They learn everlasting sweetness, darkness and
can swim in the real vision of life without knowing the heaviness
of knowing fear, ownership or disappointment.
The fray, maybe dreams, maybe sickness?
Maybe us?
Maybe where we need to be.
Dancing Coyote
The song is truly amazing, and s is your poem, dear friend.
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I saw Prince twice in concert in 1984 in Detroit. He was amazing and thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.
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He was – what a loss!
You are welcome, dear John.
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He was a performer and so intelligent. A sad lost.
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Definitely.
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