mardi, juin 14, 2005
Words have appeared, of late. Words. Words, and the beauty in them. and the swift rolling of the tongue and the hurried scribbling of the pen. can you hear in these Words, their soul, and the magic. emotive memories from the years long ago. and the sporadic Words in between.
a gentle smile at their coming. i can feel it back again. as someone might say: "um chio".
if the life of one would change in a song
and hasten with a tune,
who knows what the thoughts i write
could err in happenstance.
perchance it falls on the listening ear
to tumble through the heart,
the song that is sung might beckon
a counter to the melody.
perhaps this might be the "proper" place to deposit my thoughts.
Words have appeared, of late. Words. Words, and the beauty in them. and the swift rolling of the tongue and the hurried scribbling of the pen. can you hear in these Words, their soul, and the magic. emotive memories from the years long ago. and the sporadic Words in between.
a gentle smile at their coming. i can feel it back again. as someone might say: "um chio".
if the life of one would change in a song
and hasten with a tune,
who knows what the thoughts i write
could err in happenstance.
perchance it falls on the listening ear
to tumble through the heart,
the song that is sung might beckon
a counter to the melody.
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