There was a time when I knew how to sing the body electric,
and it sang back to me,
it loved me unconditionally,
like a lullaby even,
before love faded quickly,
as it had done for most all of us,
winter being the most eager and trigger happy of all the seasons in this life,
There was a time when I knew how to let things go,
when I believed in tomorrow,
But we are in different days,
and tomorrow seems to hold intangibility more than anything else,
And in these days of ours,
the counting gets very tedious,
until one day,
in the brilliant luminous shadow of the Fata Morgana,
I would raise my voice once again,
with vigor,
with song,
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