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sunsets |
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(for Michele Mais,
1999 Theatre L.A. Ovation Award nominee for Best Featured Actress in a Musical) |
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You said, |
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chasing sunsets
will blind you. |
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I've realized
lately, you're right. |
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You sing us your
song |
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so moving, it feels
like waves breaking |
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your voice thrusts
melodies aloft |
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that the music
plays just to hear, |
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our time's only
measure the curtain, |
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separating us again
and again. |
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You play us the
part, |
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wildly entwining
your audience |
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in enthralled
columns of spotlights; |
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smoldering sunsets
in orange and gold |
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lilac love, your
blues embrace you with purple |
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and I break the
bread of breathlessness |
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in the aisleways
with strangers. |
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Your voice's
embrace, |
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afternoon sun on
bare skin |
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through shadows of
me falling deeply, |
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swayed in the
melody, orange and honey |
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clinging indelibly,
each note lingers, |
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their evening
clouds echo last light |
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before fading. |
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So look at me now, |
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let your gaze set
soft on my shoulders |
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can you sing me my
dream, |
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this chasing
sunsets? |
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© Jon Bohrn (1999) |
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