Joy of Art Joy bubbles in tiny movements, holding a paintbrush at a delicate angle, the first gentle blue on a blank canvas Joy arrives through the eyes, glancing at the wall filled with art; drinking it in Joy bursts from the drum, in the […]
I have a recurring dream,
a place I have never been,
achingly familiar,
I know the curves
of the hills;
the trees call my name;
the river has held the stars
and the music speaks
in a key that knows,
notes float
strung together in truth
I awake and wonder
which place is real?
The one I am in now
or the one I awoke from?
And then the music says
what my body feels
but my words cannot,
the drumroll,
that all exists
and nothing is real
Everything ends
just as it starts,
sound never dies
somewhere in the universe
these notes keep playing
Symphony The squawking parrots open the first bars of morning, breaking the hush that held the night; the crows to my knowledge have never committed murder, except to screech intentions at an empty sky; the earliest dog walkers totter like treble clefs, led by their […]
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