Sing you a serenade in gossamer
Listen to the birdsong
Minds dance through the fields of words
Resounded in mutual passions of the craft
An image picks a random dandelion
Purse of lips and blow
Sending a float of words from the muse
To be plucked from the air and spun
Flowing of ink spreads softly
Radiating visions in song
Captured from the moment
A need for stories to be sung from divided souls
From the place of a heartbeat
Echoes that need to understand
Captured in the here and now
A word can lighten the darkest days
Thursday, July 28, 2011
A word can lighten the darkest days
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