329. That night on the riverbank.

Stroll to the night river

Difficult, overgrown.

Riverbank

By day, verdant.

Canopied, vines threading thick

Under-foot, wild growth.

At night, eerie beauty.

We take that stroll.

Easing down the steep path

I take her arm.

Gesture accepted.

Am I trembling?

Or is that tremor the shaky movement of time stopped?

The riverbank – today it looks manicured, then it was wild growth.

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111. More than a memory though untitled and obscure.

Green leather jacket, creaks to

Blues & jazz fusions.

Stylish, tasteful.

A time past, never lost.

The past fades,

Retouched,

Like fading masterpieces –

By a song.

Lighthouse beacons sweep.

Shadows follow, rhythmically.

Between shine & shadow

Lines blur, destinies detour

And all the tea in China.

Is not as heavy as …

Note & Extra:

* I know there is a fantastic live version of this song available – you really should find it and have a listen – but this studio version is never far from any playlist of mine. It just touches a spot.

* Happy birthday jam!!

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