Dreams have been the place of refuge where I can rest. Remembering happier days. praying for those in danger. May we all be a beacon to those lost in night.
slow dancing down on Bourbon Street, the hot night filled with sweet music heating the blood stirring your dreams a night that was made just for two lovers arms round a lovely honey sweet belle her slender body pressed close to mine nuzzling tight, our bodies locked together we were a perfect fit like a two piece puzzle those eyes blue grey filled with her laughter she whispered to me her voice was lilting so soft and rich, pure Mississippi beauty melting my heart, till I was putty in her hands we danced to the music that poured like water from open doorways that called to the crowd like streams that flow into a turbulent human river swept along as we danced by the neon lit tide