“Music in the Air” (poem) by Bob Rich

I have no idea how to count those golden lights
The countless street lights high above the sea on Sunday nights
Gold spills from the lamp lights down into the stirring sea
As couples stroll the boardwalk while I watch expectantly
She’ll walk on by in colors warmly brightly shining strong
With gentle smile as if she knows: beside her I belong
The misted air invites the quarter notes to fall from trees
As rustling leaves send out the music into drizzling breeze
Safe in glowing mem’ry, she’s a dream that’s yet to be
I faintly hear the love song’s hibernating melody
There beside the boardwalk, I will find the golden key
Which fits so sweetly in the door of awesome mystery.

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