Friday, August 5, 2011

"Edisto Isle Exile"

Cold is Luna's face
Romantic names give no warmth

Fading piano music
Closing pubs with dying eyes

Fog embracing all
Soft shroud giving respectability

Georgian masonry piles slowly decaying

Dead empires wash upon
Oily Thames river bank

Down on the water front
Smoking my last Embassy

It is a Dire Straight moment
With a Pink Floyd heartbeat

Trans-Atlantic blues riding my shoulders

Carry my heart in a whiskey bottle
Full of dreams

Hoping to land my washed up soul
In a soft curve of sand

Shinning like a sun kissed diamond
As Sea Oats wave hello...

My soul is home once more


DS Baker

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