A Thousand Kisses Deep

And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Cohen

Bottom of Form

I’d say thank you to the two poets whose lines (in italic) are featured in this write...

... Gentlemen, thank you both... your words move me deeply

A Thousand Kisses Deep

In the midnight hours

when silence reigns supreme

and I lie lost and restless

devoid of peaceful dreams

when only lonely souls

wander the darkened city streets

the words of a poet

come back to haunt my sleep...

“and sometimes when the night is slow

the wretched and the meek

we gather up our hearts and go

a thousand kisses deep...”

when I’m caught by utter loneliness

invisible to the rest of humanity

unnoticed and in need

of some honest company

when time and tears and fantasies

are all that’s left inside of me

the words of a poet

come back to set me free...

..I dream of you...

and as these tears so slowly fall -
just because... I can...

...I dream of you...

the soul-words of these poets

come back to sooth my sleep

...I dream of you...

a thousand kisses deep...

sharonlee©

2/01/11

12:24 AM