The Song
I hear words striking a caring chord.
Brimming thoughts all set to spill.
Oh to bring them to life and to afford
The sheer excitement - such a thrill!
The charismatic pulsing mystique of aboriginal
Music, set to blazing sunsets.
From Ayers Rock, Alice Springs, hope eternal.
Swimming high, no sinking in regrets.
Life’s rhythm is there somewhere,
What is or will or has or could have been.
A flamboyant marriage with style and flair,
Words and music and nought between.
This giant jigsaw life of pieces
Strewn casual to fit as we see fit.
A picture grows a dream releases
As only words and music permit.
I’ve witnessed a creation before birth ….
And I am where I am, yet where do I belong?
For the moment not Heaven but here on Earth.
And Heaven my friend, is the birth of a song.
I dream of this music with words,
And of all that this wedding portrays,
That life can surprise, like a flock of birds,
Taking flight in the quiet of an ordinary day.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 68.144.28.13 on Oct 17, 2004 10:55 AM
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