They land in different places now, the words
those stories, passages, telling souls
to reinvent our lives
create some simple serenade
lets our heart breathe less of a sign,
certainly not gasping for air,
just a steady rhythm because we come to know
life is far too short
to allow ourselves to slow the direction
of our dreams.
I walked outside this afternoon
breathing in the fragrance of a coming rain,
they always do remind us of a soft gentle horizon
when love might be our simplest guide
rather than the fight,
we choose the current
to travel together
in separate worlds
yet still
together
there will be song.
Filling the bird feeder
I knew if quiet
the visit would occur
and in the morning
the melody would play, always,
an endless serenade …
Inspired by ‘Burn’ – Hamilton Soundtrack
Please I would love you to share words, suggestions …