I feel music come through me
It’s the spirit of a thing
Where does it come from
Is it a gift from a past life
I learned to love you
In a different way
Are we ostensible to one another
When people die we don’t realize
Just how much we’ll miss them
Redolent alacrity
Perhaps a cursory
Or a glance at other intentions
Blue water glistening with
Reflective light and reeds
A mother to read your words
To understand you
Take some pride
In a gift of letters
Little energy left
In a world existing
Inside of tragedy
Appreciation like a
Bowl of steaming rice
On a famished day
Hungry and full
© GÄ
Poétique 