Upon a rude table,
In a simple cabana
On the shore,
Between sea and forest,
Two glasses,
Cheap red wine,
Golden candle glow,
As sun sinks,
And shadows lengthen,
And golden glow of
Flickering candles
Sets the mood,
I fetch my old, ragged
Book of poems,
Lay a plate of cheese,
And coarse bread,
Set old vinyl spinning.
Soft guitar music
Touches my mind like a kiss,
And you enter...
- Donovan Baldwin
I didn't realize you were here too. I started reading and thought, that sounds like a Donovan poem. It's beautiful