Like a Hurricane (Part II)  with JR

Like a Hurricane (Part II) with JR

A Poem by The Analog Kid
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Neil Young. It's our favorite song of his.

"

Like a whirling descending torrent

 

Too many pairs of eyes watch you

I let go and drift with your current …beer bottle glass…

And I keep falling through your dream

reflected hair reflected shine

in surreptitious glance

And time just splits away

reflecting pasts and all

(As the sound rolls on and on )

the things I wish I could forget.

 

Days keep whipping by

from the back bar

the backseat of a car.

 

And I wonder where this leads --

In a storm’s eye you dance

(Being the dreamer I can’t)

and in the minds of watchers

 there are winds

 

--quite touch where you spread your wings--

and command you to caress or to confess.

and I think of how I wanted to somehow warn you,

 or how it resonates

 and rings to stop recalling you

in knee-high boots,

your voice… it means something today

down past where anyone might guess

differently

they’d glimpse the heart of a gleaming star… yet I am still blown away

 

 


© 2015 The Analog Kid



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I played the song for years with my band. I like the ending and how it sums it all up in relation to the song. Good poem from the both of you.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks, Tim. Such a great song.
"In a storm’s eye you dance
(Being the dreamer I can’t)"

I can relate to that sentiment I can tell you!

Posted 2 Years Ago


The Analog Kid

2 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and reviewing!

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