She sings a song,
and I begin to weep.
I want to though,
it’s what the music asks.
Takes me away,
on a journey,
somewhere deep in my mind,
where everything speaks
of being human,
learning to live
with that we have
and that we have not.
There’s something beautiful
in a voice,
a passionate breath,
telling stories,
minding her own tears,
talking about love,
about loss
about anything
makes a good song.
Listening to Joan Baez
in the twilight of a starless sky,
the gray of a winter’s night,
waiting for the next storm,
winds of change,
the ground is frozen,
waiting for the fall.
I listened to her voice,
made me want to cry,
everything I believed
seemed so simple
in that time,
a yesteryear,
when questions remained
always looking around,
hoping someone might
suggest an answer,
turn me on to a new path,
makes me wonder
if I might ever
find it again.
Please I would love you to share words, suggestions …