Saturday, June 1, 2013

Finding the Light

Every now and then
the whisper points and leads.
Those first notes sweet and suggestive;
the next ones haunting and hallowing.

Quietly I listen.
Quietly I 

Where does this melody wish to go?
Open, available, I yearn to know.
Simply play.
Softly stay.

I find
I miss
I float the wish
Slowly, lovingly
note follows note.

Every now and then. 

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