Wednesday, November 2012
A cacophony of thoughts
strung in the wind
lets the soul dive free
a free fall of sorts
weaving a dream into the distance
of dreams and goals and bittersweet altruism
of a new name
a new song sung in the wind
The tuning of harmonies
playing in the sky
weaves a web of a concert
the cello
the piano
the violin
the guitar
the piccolo
the flute
so many instruments
playing a song of the future
to interlude
Yet there's a hollow in the mind's eye
the kind to toss and turn
and yield a hurricane
and bring such momentous disaster
that even in the aftermath of recovery
the mind ceases to see
through the right and wrong.
>>k.l
