wandered past the old tumbled down sign that read,
"rooms $12.50 2 bucks xtra for a bed."

I'd stayed there 40 years ago, no money for a cot,
shelter from the rain, was 'bout the only thing I got.

midnite or later,I heard a rustling at the door,
"who's there" I called, no answer, just the wind and nothing more.

1/2 awake now, cold and hungry, again I heard a sound,
mournful, yet soothing, I turned my head around.

across the room, the darkness faded, as a light shown on the wall,
I could soon make out the figure of a woman dark and tall.

the mournful sound was flute she played, like a loon upon the lake,
she stopped, and looked into my eyes, then bid me to partake.

I pressed the flute onto my lips, it took my breath away,
the mournful sound, it played itself, I can hear it still today.

I've journeyed far, in 40 years, seen lots, both good and bad,
I search again, for the tall, dark woman, and the flute she blew so sad.

I have a new favorite writer on here...Some good ones of late

Very nice, I enjoyed the journey you took me on....thank you

Just awesome Kalunda...