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Tag: Dakota Dexter

  • Last Cigarette

    Last Cigarette

    By Dakota Dexter

    I’m not one to ask too much

    But share your cigarette with me

    The lucky one turned upside down

    That you had hoped to keep

    With just a spark, your match in hand

    And a glow that lights our eyes

    The pain, the rush, the high it gives

    Could burn my lungs like yours

    We’d bury ourselves in all this ash

    A feeling too inevitable to resist

    It would grow and grow until it fell

    Like silence about to break

    The haze that wraps around us

    Might hide our honesty

    I’ve never liked the smell of smoke

    But I think that I could stay

    Brisk night air will drive us back

    Inside to all the others

    In dream or desire, I won’t forget

    The taste of your last cigarette

  • Field Song

    Field Song

    By Dakota Dexter

    I want to lay in a field

    And let the wind sing to me

    A melody that understands

    That melts away the world

    I would listen as the bugs and bees

    Like soft staccato beats

    Accent the intoxicating smell

    Of the flowers that surround me

    I could close my eyes and

    Drift into a chorus outside of myself

    One that would have me appreciate

    The tingling of the grass

    The clouds could paint a bridge

    That I would not recognize

    One that goes and pulls me through

    And reminds me this won’t last

    I’d hope the sky stays blue forever

    But all songs come to an end

    So when the rain fell, I’d stay right here

    And taste it on my tongue

    As a night outro begins

    The stars would start to shine

    I’d let a tear fall

    And wait for the next song

  • Our Winter

    Our Winter

    By Dakota Dexter

    Buried under these

    Deep winter snows

    A moment in time

    Shared with you

    Locked into place

    If only briefly

    Our cold troubles

    Become one and the same

    Foolishly concerned

    About season’s change

    When the ice is gone

    When movement blooms

    As winter melts away

    Winds turn into sighs

    Springs is here

    And life must move on

  • Walk

    Walk

    By Dakota Dexter

    If anything could cure my fear

    I think a walk would do

    A breeze, the trail, and calming greens

    Refreshed feeling anew

    If anything could lift my spirit

    I think a walk would do

    Time to reflect and reaffirm

    All that I pursue

    If anything could preserve my peace

    I think a walk would do

    To dwell on things that I love

    And those that love me too

    If anything could help spread joy

    I think a walk would do

    I’d be ashamed to hold this in

    So I’ll share it all with you