Remaining with the theme of the previous post….
Vinyl
Lately I’ve been
Listening to old records,
Guilty pleasures
Lovingly encased in plastic,
Stored away in dusty places
I never thought I’d visit again…
Unwittingly the needle drops,
Bringing back moments
Painted and cast
Anticipated nights
Long drives long forgotten
Girls and worlds, to be touched again
It’s funny how a chord or
A melody that lingers
Brings you back in time
Effortlessly. Moon River.
Wichita Lineman. Songs
I didn’t even know I liked
Can make me cry
Even when they skip
Nostalgia fades away
But I still can’t understand
The boy who was standing
In the mirror so many years ago
Doug Hoekstra 