Some one talking
In a whisper
Overheard
About the past
Shall we count
Seems like it must
Be millions
But then again
And is it possible
That some one
Still has the
Spirit
Does not seem
Possible
Long nights
Seamless
Afterthoughts
About
The future
Make for proper punctuation
Just racing
Down river road
Going in opposite
Directions
I will look out
Upon the sea
Relax my mind
Think of you
With every wavestorm
That flows into my place
Make up lovely
And oh so strong upon the pallet
I will ask
The obvious question
Where is the spirit
Still there but fading like sunset
Look out upon the the waterset
Look out for feelings
Not hidden
Until I call them to my side
I will make music
And aroma that fills
The senses
While I listen to the surfsound
And when I toast
You will be upon me
With my smile
La dolce vita