Off The Coast Of Maine
Off the coast of Maine with the blues
Like Roy Buchanan bending notes
An old black and white film
The wind is strange
Melodic chimes of sorrow
The sea will always be my friend
Help me feel the ground my love
The price of darkness isn’t worth it
Stark organ like vivid sands
Clouds of coming rain
Beauty like a sermon
Trees blow like a painting
Pure memories flood like rivers
Where is your hand my friend?
We all loose and win
She is there like a decoupage
Soft light glows from a distant farm
Maine is a beautiful place
I just got the blues
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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