{"id":630,"date":"2015-08-23T13:08:41","date_gmt":"2015-08-23T18:08:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=630"},"modified":"2015-08-23T13:08:41","modified_gmt":"2015-08-23T18:08:41","slug":"fueled-by-her-touch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2015\/08\/23\/fueled-by-her-touch\/","title":{"rendered":"Fueled By Her Touch"},"content":{"rendered":"

Look to the sky and absorb the blue but you will never see paradise’ entry,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s a door framed with blue of sky with an air curtain that’s impossible to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Touch a dream or let a dream touch you to set sail upon a magic vessel of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hold her photograph near and pull her to your heart before traveling above,<\/span><\/p>\n

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In a vessel made of air you set sail into the sky to discover the secret of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

The “secret” if known may settle the world or it may test what you’re made of,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love and I have loved so deeply I thought my heart would rupture from pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m a rare bird I am, I fly the sky fueled by but her touch, I am worn and plain,<\/span><\/p>\n

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If truth be known she was thirteen when love erupted within my heart forever,<\/span><\/p>\n

When told I was too young to love at seventeen and to move on, I replied never,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m am not a fisherman by trade nor do I want to know other fish in the sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful Patti is my dream girl and upon waking she is the angel I wish to see,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I have kissed her lips to have my heart set sail and lift me above Mother Earth,<\/span><\/p>\n

The riches of the earth have been granted me to find her in the city of my birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

A big blue sky is forever overhead in my little town of Borger Texas by name,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two souls perfectly placed through time that they may again unite the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My beautiful little town bore the brunt of providing men of steel for the war,<\/span><\/p>\n

Though fear filled every pore and tears of goodbye flowed freely, tears I wore,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve but one dear friend remaining that was drafted away from all he knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

He carries the remnants of that war deep inside as we all will have to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I met the enemy head on in a cell of Russian command with brutality abound,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a moment of dark desperation I cried to be free of the pain of being bound,<\/span><\/p>\n

I carry shame that I cried “mama” as I faded into the darkness of war’s travesty,<\/span><\/p>\n

And worse I cried Patti’s name also in hope she would once more appear to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Amarillo means yellow for the gold she holds beneath her gold enriched soil,<\/span><\/p>\n

The city was born of necessity on the flat panhandle of Texas to sell what they toil,<\/span><\/p>\n

Men of steel were developed upon the plains of wind and sometimes crystal skies,<\/span><\/p>\n

And we were chosen unfairly it was discovered as another widowed mother cries,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Those of us with the wealth of good fortune returned to the girls with our heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

So desperately I prayed that she would welcome me home so we could start,<\/span><\/p>\n

To blue summer skies I returned to the goddess of my dreams since seventeen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Decimated from a long hospital stay I came home although I came home lean,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Her eyes excite me so much with but a blink and a sparkle of reflecting moon,<\/span><\/p>\n

I came “home” from war but my home no longer contained my personal room,<\/span><\/p>\n

All I needed was a little time to get my feet on the ground and start over again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Most of all, upon the land I so love her touch gave my heart lift, we could begin.<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat November 1969<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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