(THOUGHTS MEMORIES AND REALITY)
THE MUSIC, LIST IN BECAUSE IT REALLY EMPHASIZES THE POINT...
https://youtu.be/UgAFcvIw8J4
And he remembering the touch of a woman is filled with remorse, the result of such a long hiatus.
So many years since he's held someone he loved... The memories of lingering kisses playing over and over in his mind like an old 45.
Each grainy note so essential to the essence of the sound... It pains his soul... These memories... He looking at the night sky contemplating the rest of his days... tomorrow or years away.
So alone and the cars driving by become the waves washing ashore... The lights become the promise of new future's... Twinkling somewhere out there... He would gladly reach out and grasp one of only it were within his power... He so tired mentally.
Once he asked Allah for love and it damn near tore him apart... Damn near ripped him from his foundations... Such a savage storm... deadly in its manifestation... Savage in its wrath... Beautiful in its calm.
They who would see it metaphorical... They who would see it factual... He allegorical alludes to it... He and Allah leaning over the rail of a deck...Backlit by a canopy of stars... A woman on his mind... Last of the cicadas playing symphony.
The voice of a woman playing stereo... The fleeing touch of her lips... He bound by the gravity wishing he could soar... He thinking these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
