The Darkness (Reprise) ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet The darkness has a hold on me Nothing is worse than the things I see Nightmares haunt me in my dreams My only way out is my fantasy If you could see what the darkness does You would say goodbye to who I was Come along... Continue Reading →

Just Before Dawn ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet There is a very special time For the faeries That time is just before dawn The last of the night's darkness This is the time for the faeries To gather up everything From the night before And scurry to their daytime hiding Places deep in the... Continue Reading →

The Wishing ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

There it was again In a corner of the room Sometimes it floated around the room Sometimes it rolled around It was larger today Filled with more wishes than usual Everybody has one It's called The Wishing It holds every wish you make It doesn't choose which wish to grant It's just a storage place... Continue Reading →

My One True Certainty ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

My nights are long Sleepless nights filled with dreams Wide awake dreams I have of you My thoughts are filled with you My nights are filled With stars, shadows and silence That surround you As you come to me Silence must be heard But your silence also Lights the darkest of my days I see... Continue Reading →

The Legend Of Old Photos ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

She stood with me Never moving Just staring At the faded And worn Photograph She was remembering The sweet music That his fingers Coaxed from that Old piano Her mind was locked In another time As she swayed To his melodies That only she could hear I had heard About the legend And I wanted... Continue Reading →

She Just Is ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Her beauty hit me like a cannonball Washing over me like a honey dripping rain She was everything I dreamed of and more Taking my breath away Turning me up, down, all around She was everywhere and anywhere Somewhere and nowhere She was in, she was out She existed, she did not Was she real... Continue Reading →

Barn Dance ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I started a new band We play every Friday & Saturday night In our old red barn I call us “Reverend Walt's Big Damn Band” I play drums of course Not real drums Just several empty feed buckets Slim Sam is on washboards Old Gary Glitter on guitar Chippendale Charlie on cowbell Toothless Tom on... Continue Reading →

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