Desert Twilight

Desert Twilight long poem

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Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention
magic kinda like a secret superstition
miracle of a the souls great salvation
love found me just in time, the kind I
thought I’d never find the kind that only
happens once in a lifetime
Now there’s no question it’s all clear
somehow in the way your eyes’ in the
moonlight say what you can’t seem to
say, the way you reach out to touch my
face and hold me tight sleepless but
who wants to miss out on this kind of bliss
to be with you is like being in Heaven
every night in the cool, cool Desert night
holding you, holding me tight in the
Desert Twilight
If this wasn’t real I’d swear it was just
a dream but lying here in your arms
I know this is not a dream I have the
feeling now this is a great and wonderful
new beginning once in a lifetime kinda
thing
Now there’s no question it’s all clear
somehow in the way your eyes’ in the
moonlight say what you can’t seem to
say, the way you reach out to touch my
face and hold me tight sleepless but
who wants to miss out on this kind of bliss
to be with you is like being in Heaven
every night in the cool, cool Desert night
holding you, holding me tight in the
Desert Twilight

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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