Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Like a mandolin...like Love songs...

Sometimes
In desert sands
Whence storms rage
Causing one's eyes to shut...

You me finds
Playing mandolin fine
As if from far
You me send tune
To garner strength
To move more
To walk further...

Sometimes as early as predawn
You send me love songs
As if You the Being
The All Knowing
Standing there
Show me
Where to go
Which road takes one to the Blue...the Fair...

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