some of us are night owls- ben
we flourish after midnight
maybe not wealthy or wise
in your world
our pots of gold
don't come in coins
but in the delicious peace and quiet
of the late night witching hours
a cool sea breeze
slightly lifting the lace curtain
dancing in the moonlight
sipping a little nightcap
listening to the magic of vince
vince jones
Always knew you were a girl after my own heart! (Grin.)
ReplyDeleteVince is lovely.
Yes...sadly he has never attained the world wide recognition he deserves...one of our finest musicians.
ReplyDeleteWitching hours + Vince Jones = a powerful combo!
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning in its imagery, Rall!💝
ReplyDeleteThank you for introducing me to Vince Jones. I so enjoyed his music here...and your poem too, of course.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love night hours of music
ReplyDeleteI'm also a night owl. Imagine that!
ReplyDeleteflourish after midnight. that was true once upon a time. ANd I love the bass, guitar, and his voice. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful image of the night, Rall.
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