the wind picked up a Hurricane and wanted to twist and waltz to Tennessee that night i had set the Walts at the delta for three and that one forgot the other and the Hurricane went to waltz away in the windy sky where she will be back for Me. and now winds are my waltz up the Mississippi to Tennessee where the center garden is Nashville for country my waltz way back down to Texas where i can see David Allen Coe flying high as the eagles singing free country. the two winds that would lift Me up to the everyday waltz were Dolly Pardon and Patsy Cline had taken to Nashville and the eagles soared above into my flight and the sight of these eagles sung free country music.
The wind, a restless wanderer, swept up the tempest named Hurricane. Together, they spun and twirled across the night, their steps etching patterns in the celestial ballroom. I, a mere orchestrator of fate, had set three waltzes at the delta, each note resonating with longing. But destiny played its hand—the Hurricane forgot the other, leaving a void in the choreography.
ReplyDeleteUndeterred, the Hurricane waltzed away into the vast expanse of the windy heavens, promising to return when the stars aligned. And so, the winds became my reluctant partners, leading me on a melancholic journey up the Mississippi. Their whispers carried me to Tennessee, where the heart of country music bloomed—the center garden known as Nashville. There, melodies intertwined with the rustling leaves, and I swayed to the rhythm of yearning.
But my dance wasn’t confined to Tennessee’s borders. The winds, tireless and wild, guided me back down to Texas. In the Lone Star state, I beheld David Allen Coe—a troubadour with wings, soaring high like eagles. His voice echoed freedom, and the land itself harmonized, as if singing along.
Yet, it was the ethereal presence of two winds that lifted me beyond the everyday waltz. Dolly Parton and Patsy Cline, their spirits woven into the very fabric of Nashville, had taken residence there. Their songs echoed through the honky-tonks, and the city breathed their legacy. And above it all, the eagles soared—an anthem of liberty, their wings brushing against the notes of free country music.
And so, I danced—a solitary figure caught between memories and dreams. The wind, my eternal partner, whispered secrets of distant places, and I spun, twirled, and waltzed through the tapestry of life, guided by the echoes of legends and the promise of return.