Dance me to the end of love…
1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two lover find the midnight dance and the gift of the sweet kiss. Forbidden love leave two people, who cannot see the light of days together. Loneliness. The secrecy of two willing heart leave a dark emptiness. They test the boundaries of how far they can go. They don’t give everything to one lover. They know they are just loaning and borrowing the sin and the skin.
2- Dying men do not wish for more war, dying men wishes for the faces of love left behind. They wish for warm sunny days and a safe place to rest. They pray to their god. Please just one more day, please just one more day.
Coyote
I really enjoyed this poem John and this line sounded so true to me:
“Dying men do not wish for more war, dying men wishes for the faces of love left behind.”
I prefer the song done by Leonard Cohen but this was an interesting version too:)
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The band was good. Broke up already dear Karima. Still waiting for the days of Spring. Thank you for reading and the comment. Only one Leonard Cohen. The poet of song.
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Hope Spring doesn’t keep you waiting too long dear John
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Poor grandchildren. Next week off for Spring break. Barely 50 degrees dear Karima. Michigan is very fickle. I hope you are doing well and enjoying your life.
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