My sad eyes do linger, hidden above my fake smile and gaze just as the moon hides its face within the cloudy haze. The Dove with its heart-breaking moan sings a song of our lost love. The fragrance of the flowering Sage brings back all those memories of the forgotten years and those mystic days that we did lay by that wishing well, with no tales to tell
In those days, time became a melted brew, it’s vapor a whispering tale of me and you, moments stretched from quick to long, and love could prolong its song. With an Eternity ahead, Peace finding a place to lie its head
As I look her in the eye and say a sad goodbye, she says; what are you talking about, we just met a few hours ago! I say excuse me, I must go talk to my Bartender friend. He said, you were trying to impress your lady friend and ordered a Zombie and after that you had one more, I thought of throwing you out the door. As usual the demon rum had struck again, I felt like the prodigal son waking up in a pig pen.
Some bad habits can hold you a prisoner, and put bad things in your thoughts and dreams, too many Zombies can add pink Elephants to those dreams.
I was trying to get my head around this read
trying to make out what it is and I think I got the
message and like said before you do have a way of
entertaining your readers with a touch of humor!
11 months ago
by Ben Pickard
Ken, you are so right and this really is a marvellous warning to us all, told humorously but with a serious undercurrent.
All the best as ever,
Thanks Ben, I remember my friend and I many single years ago had Zombies at a Bar, I had one, he had two, he went too far. He laughed and said; I don't feel those at all, he got off the Bar stool looking for the toilet stall but promptly walked straight into a wall. True story!