Unbidden and unlooked for She came
Mingled, smuggled, riding on the songs
Secreted among the words, the rhythms
My body moved of its own will, lyrics sung in time
I was unwary and was singing her songs unguarded
Walls breeched without contest, I did not think to resist
I am laid low, captive again
But perhaps I was never free at all
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7 responses to “Ten Nineteen”
Very nice indeed.
I am glad you were here
Perhaps not. 🙂
Is it the muse or a past love? Is it the one who unleashes the oneness with music or a memory from the past? I love the ambiguity.
You are kind to me brother. And it means so much more because I respect you as a man, as a person.
It was a memory and a muse
Very sweet. Old memories have a way of sneaking up on us when we least expect them… <3