Polka Dots and MoonbeamsDamn she's cute as a button, sweet, sincere. Today her hair flowed from her head like water, like a mythic goddess's tresses while she sits in contemplation over a small reflection pool, suggesting a Medusa, not of horror, but of youthful joyousness and abandon. She reminds me of Starbuck's mermaid before corporate sameness wore off her edges and smoothed away the suggestion of her nakedness.
A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"
Suddenly I saw - polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream
The music started, and was I the perplexed one
I held my breathe, and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms - polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream
There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more
Now in a cottage, built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning, of the words: "ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dreamJohnny Burke and Jimmy Van Heusen; for the 1942 film The Road to Morocco starring Crosby and Hope
Polka Dots and Moonbeams
-
Moved
I have moved to WordPress at http://philoserf.com/
-
Selection Problem
I'm finally reading Leo Babauta's The Power of Less. I have read, or have on the list to read, many productivity books. It is a fascination of…
-
Down
Over tired and lost, not accomplishing what I want, not accomplishing what I need. Difficulty thinking, planning, organizing. Over-extended, in work,…
- Post a new comment
- 1 comment
- Post a new comment
- 1 comment
