Almost Tupelo Honey

Tupelo Honey oozing over me.
Wishing to dance
away
with the melody.
Yet, not yet.
Not quite yet.

The sound of waves crashing
on distant shores;
I can almost smell the sea.
But not yet,
not quite -
just almost of me.

The sound of
your thinking
mixes with the noise
of mine -
together going
clickety clack clack;
almost a song
but
not a finished one -
not ready, not yet.

I have a pen but no shoes.
You have a blank piece of paper.
I wait and tell you,
not quite, not yet but
almost free.



Van Morrison - TUPELO HONEY:   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eq3YLhtuzTQ