Ukulele Dreams
"Ukulele Dreams"To pluck a string was to pluck at my mind,
These sounds were memories.
Nights at this place,
A paradise in the middle of cold water.
Yet on some nights, the moon was out and the water turned silver.
Flowers grew there, and the sand was fine.
The place was magic,
So simple...
It was just an island,
Just a beach,
Just a sun,
Just a people,
Just a hut,
Just a uke.
Yet...
There was something else there,
On those silver nights.
posted by Gary @ 11/07/2006 01:32:00 AM
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