a million lifetimes chased 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

The following poem was written spontaneously by Cinnamon and me. 
We were just emailing back and forth and realized that we really 
flow well together as poets. I must tell you that it was a very 
pleasing experience as I have the utmost respect and admiration 
for Cinnamon.

[Brian]
All these blogs and so little time to live our real lives
Run away with me to the stars and damn the torpedoes
My soul awaits thee in the shaded wood down by the lake
Where the doves cry and the swans glide serenely
Cutting the stillness of the water with their wake

[Cinnamon]
For if only I could
run away
and gaze upon sweet stars
torpedoes would not, could not
phase.....
me

oh but what a beautiful thought
a soul shaded not by
woods or weeds
but instead
floating free
to roam...
much like that of a dove
no wait
better yet
a swan gliding serenely
upon still waters

[Brian]
We make some beautiful music together
No matter the weather
With a strum on the strings of my heart
You swoon me like the dove
With a playful piping of the flute
You make me follow unto the ends of the earth
Your words caressing my heart, like brushes on the symbol
My soul gently weeps for you
Like the softly played trumpet in a smoke filled nightclub
Last call, there's no one left here but us
No friendly faces and it's my last chance for your love
Wilt thou take but this one chance my love
The chance of a million lifetimes, bestowed from above

[Cinnamon]
music is meant to be beautiful
better
when nurtured by two...

the strum on a string
the heart and a swoon
are all but small players
on the symphony
played by piping flutes
destined for earths end...
never finding doom

for the words to this tune
are forever meant
to caress thy heart
with brushes and symbols
gentle and slow

no music could be better than that....

let thy soul fly free
and
never weep
listen to thine words
forever sweet
there shall be no gentle weeps
this night

instead....

sounds of trumpets playing
in smoke filled nightclub rooms
filled with friendly faces
matter naught

tonight is for last chances
a million lifetimes chased ....