How often do I wonder
If I am too much
Or not even enough…
…strong the drums begin
listen well and let go my love…
let go and listen well…
Oh…for the feel of the music
…flowing into the depths of me
….comforting the silence of my soul
Can you hear the mockingbird
Dancing along the ivory keys
From black to white….
…and now again…
Gently a splash of turtles
Pleases and eases in the fulsome pauses
While at the ruffled edges
Frogs resound deep as cellos,
And full with moonlit meaning
Eagle spreads wide her wings
Gracefully taking to the heights of the open skies
Calling softly to her lover above the violins
As though she was meant to be there all along
… at last…
a sensual harmony of lost enchantment
…am I at the very heart of it
….or is it at the very heart of me…
…the rhythm echoes
within…with…in…
Until, I am no longer my own
….but, yours my love
a starry midnight note
in the forever of your painted song…
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I come to rest near the water’s edge at evening. Van Gogh’s Starry Night in my mind’s eye. Beethoven harmonizes well with the soulful sounds of the woods behind me. Ebudae too. And, I am carried far away to lovely places within my heart.
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ellie894 May 14, 2019
