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Sea of Love-My Palm Tree D’oir
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Songs Found her on a holiday
Found her on a holiday
Saw her from a distant shore
Smiled, she looked away
My summer special
My palm tree D’oir
Sunlight on her face
Shyness between our space
I said, “your the prettiest”
She said, “you lie”
“agree to disagree”
Together we walked a mile
Nervous smile on her face
Hot sand on my feet
Endless days of summer breeze
Days of life, days of love
Days of memory’s thereof
Your my summer potential
Your my Sunday special
My dream vacation
My ultimate destination
Silver moonlight, stillness of midnight
Standing in silence, femme fatale, film noire
“You know girls don’t whistle”
“You know your my kisses”
Chill in the air, warm embrace
Said our goodnights, unknowns left in place
In the sweet warm calm of morning
Teal blue skies above
Orchid petals opens delight
Firefly glows so bright
Sunlight floating in the haze
Reflecting across the ocean’s waves
Fast living desire, making slow love by fire
Sunlight shimmers bursts through the blinds
Blinded by the brightness of her smile
Fast fixed romance on a dime
I’ll give you my love
I’ll give my life, my endless desire
Cool sadness as time expires
Your my summer special
My dream vacation
My ultimate destination
My palm tree D’oir
Your my summer potential
Your my Sunday special
My dream vacation
My ultimate destination
Skipping balls across the tennis court
Embracing one last time behind the mall
Days of perfection, days turned to fall
Time paints broad strokes of comedy across the wall
Can we maybe just hang for a while
“No”, as night comes to crash love exile
Your my summer special
My dream vacation
My ultimate destination
My palm tree D’oir
Your my summer potential
Your my Sunday special
My dream vacation
My ultimate destination
I do not generally read, much
I do not generally read, much less like, poems that are designated as song lyrics . . . but, for this, I am very glad to make an exception. Knowing nothing about music (my experience runs to Chopin, the symphonies of Shostakovich, and the Seventies' disco/pop), I cannot say what kind of song it is, or will be, but I do have a bit of experience with poetry; and, as a poem, this is both poignant and powerful. The words sound like a conversation, but they also have a metaphysical effect that goes to the cosmic. There is sufficient detail to make bring the effect of reality, while not so much that it becomes merely a chattery pile of lines. Your strategic repetition of what I take to be the chorus or refrain gives the poem---and it is a poem, not just a song---the sound of an invocation, which enhances its poetic power. The metrical structure of the lines allows for the poem to move at a good pace, and yet it does not rush the reader along---there is time to pause and savor a phrase, or a concept, or an image. You should be very proud of this poem; and I am very glad that random browsing brought me here.
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