
2 october 1998 *** 9:05pm
.
it’s a beautiful night
stars shine through clouds
back-lit by moonlight
i’m thinking of you
.
what a perfect evening
to give a first kiss
held close in a shadow
on a night like this
.
best chance —
you missed it
.
best chance–
slept through
.
perfect evening
beautiful view
thinking it’s right
thinking of you
.
(thinking it’s right)
.
but i’ll never tell you
throw your head in a whirl
i’ll be patiently waiting
waiting on my girl
.
what a beautiful night
stars shining through
clouds lit by moonlight
i’m thinking of you
.
it’s a perfect evening
it’s a perfect bliss
held close in a shadow
on a night like this
.
best chance–
you missed it
.
best chance–
slept through
.
i’m perfectly happy
just thinking of you
.
best chance–
you guessed it
.
best chance–
i lied
.
you’re perfectly beautiful
when you’re thinking it’s right
.
but i’ll never tell you
throw your head in a whirl
i’ll be patiently waiting
waiting on my girl
.
***** (for firefly, my little buddha, who dropped heaven in my lap
and then just plain disappeared!!!)
Sent from my iPhone
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I chose to post this poem because, out of the blue, firefly herself reached out to me! Martha had mailed her several volumes of poetry back in the late 1990s. Firefly had kept them over several moves, but was planning another move and wanted to see if I wanted the copies.
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