Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob)

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Nothing happens unless we dream it

Poetry is the sea mammal who loves the land

The man who wants to fly

Unaccompanied by engines

The regret we have at words not said

Under the summer moon 

When she looked so pretty

Like a  flagrant crimson flower

With the power to subdue

We, who lurk in the dusk

Smelling the beautiful musk roses

With the wild red leaves,

We love with little hands, gently,

Rolling over a thousand memories

Asking such beautiful, unanswerable questions.

◄ Ch-ch-changes

To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob ►

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lisa donohoe

Fri 1st Feb 2019 23:13

What a beautiful song, it brang a tear to my eye after 15 seconds.
So much meaning 'yet so much sorrow. Yet so much hope..Thank you for your kind words john 😃
Kindness is not found as easily as it once was many moons ago, its a treasure that should never be locked away.

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John Marks

Fri 1st Feb 2019 23:06

Thank you Lisa. You are very kind. Lovingkindness - the most under-rated of the virtues. Jacob gave me the song that accompanies the poem. It is beautiful. Have a listen. John

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lisa donohoe

Fri 1st Feb 2019 22:57

This is beautiful, 😃
Great job. Im sure the man himself would have extraordinary things to say about this.
You are very talented.

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