There is a sweet song
simmering in the background
Every once in a while
the volume increases
and the clarity of each note
each pause and space
vibrates to perfection
What do I have to let go of to be received?
What do I have to hold onto to be conceived?
I’m a solo dancer
tapping in the fringes
I’m a lonely sailor sailing
where ever the wind is
I am that tender song
simmering in the background
That sweet song that comes around
follows no direction…but its own

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