Ivory

IVORY

 

When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
 but ’tis not so
 to think of her,

 to hear her song,
one more time,  

hear her sing.
~~~

Elusive

ELUSIVE

 

From Embarcadero to Grand Central

Gypsy heart will not be stilled.    
 O’er the roads,                      
Rumbles down the tracks,
Silver rocket fly afire,
  Nights to dawn,
Chasing,

Relentless.
  Yearning.

  Ever

    Yearning.

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