Blake Skidmore: Poet

Go over and read Blake's Livejournal entry for today, November 30, 2005. These are beautiful, sad lines that I know would make an amazing song. On second thought, I'll paste them into this blog entry to be sure you read them. You know, just in case you are lazy.I know he has been writing music and recently recorded a CD, which I hope to hear when we visit Phil and Sarah in Columbus over the holidays.

I have only met Blake over the course of two days or so last year before Christmas while we were visiting Phil and Sarah. Of course, our meeting was at 64 King, one of the houses that is part of The Landing Place community in Columbus, Ohio. While I didn't get to know Blake well due to the short amount of time I was in town, he seemed like a real good egg. I've checked in on his blog for more than a year now and what I've read confirms his good egginess.

We stood in the parking lot after the evening show
I looked into your eyes and knew all that I needed to know
And you told me to stop loving you,
The light fell from the Ohio moon

Please don’t go was all I could think to say
The first snow of the year was falling that day
And you were wearing my favorite sweater
You shivered standing in the cold

Ohio moon, lead us back to the start
Ohio moon, lead me back to her heart

I had told my mother that I thought you’d be my wife
I had told my self that we would keep a simple life
But you told me to stop loving you
Your hair was blown across your eyes

I remember the first time I kissed you on the mouth
We stood in the shadows of your parents house
I told you you were beautiful
We were children shaking in the cold

Ohio moon, lead us back to the start
Ohio moon, lead me back to her heart

I stood in the parking lot as you drove away
The first snow of the year was falling that day
Light fell from the Ohio moon
Light fell from the Ohio moon

~ Blake Skidmore, http://www.livejournal.com/users/bskidmore/

Yesterday's weight: Unknown | Yesterday's workout: None