i am trying to remember that song i think it was a duet before all went wrong maybe in a minor key a slow tempo a slow dance a sparkling melody it definitely had harmony how did that song go or more to the counterpoint where did that song go i touch a note play a chord i rise and fall each day like a wandering tune not quite on the beat trying to see trying to find do re mi trying to find you and me the lyrics started out so sweet a story of promises a promise to keep maybe the strings had too much tension maybe the strings became unwound wounds have a way of making their own sound telling their own tale and they set sail on an ocean of i just don’t care to sing anymore i put too many quarters in this silent jukebox never going back to the shore three four four four six eight i thought we would top the charts with each take and now the page is just dots and lines i’m looking for my entrance for my cue i’m looking i’m looking for me and for you learning a new song signing a new line counting us in not counting us out like an endless fermata you waited for me we had to rest there is music in that silence it’s not the best is yet to come more like holding on holding hands auditioning again finding the perfect blend of our beating broken hearts let’s start by humming a sweet gentle hum a wordless song that tells it all holds it all believes it all and still loves the story it tells
so hello clouds
so can we talk about clouds today it seems they took the sun away and i’m in my overcast life there’s something different about this light so can we talk about clouds today my head tells me that it’s okay the Light is here and not far away but it just doesn’t feel that way cause in those cloudy skies i think i see some dreams that cry and dense dark memories why did i say those things or why didn’t i say anything at all i wish those clouds would fall in rain and storms of healing let it rain let it rain so can we talk about clouds today i suppose if they never came i might lose the love of Light and forget that those clouds do give me sight i see you and me and the story that only can be told if there are clouds so dreary is not the end you’ll see i choose to sing to sing out loud so hello clouds
see these shells
See the shells? I never thought that I would hate seeing sea shells. I love the shore…I love the ocean, but these shells…these shells I would rather not see. Do you see these shells? These jagged, dirty, sad, colorless shells serve as the sidewalk…the road beneath the bare feet of those beautiful children who run across these shells, which occasionally are submerged in sewage…see the shells?…these shells supporting a young boy whose silent stare and precious smile invade my heart…shattering my bent to complain about the smallest inconveniences in my comfortable smart phone filled life…see these shells? I will never again see shells without remembering to pray for the precious men, women and children of Cite Soleil in Haiti. I am eager to return to this city, these children…I don’t want to see these shells, but I will return for all those unseen children….those unseen families….
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