I will devote my life to music.
Your rhythm moves me.
There is a chorus in those eyes
Colouring the soul of an infinite song.
We will improvise these days and nights,
Make it up as we go along.

I heard you sing
And it was as much crying as singing.
You made me turn my head.
You touched something that was tricky to
Articulate:
Something to do with pain
And fate.

It has brought us here:
The middle of nowhere,
Somewhere we could never have imagined.
How did we get here?
How do we get back?
I don't know and I don't care.

I'm strumming a vision of you.
Humming a blessing for you.
Singing a picture of you in my mind's eye.
A picture of you smiling,
Tears wiped away,
Running alongside white horses
Across the sky
Unafraid.

. . .

copyright 2001, Linford Detweiler