I feared the song of myself like the touch of a snake, and it was the slipping out of one skin into another, first raw, then the smoothness of new skin.
I chose you to sit next to me in my recliner to listen to our song called Life. And Life meant our first missions trip to Nepal. Life meant picking out a downsized home. Life meant sorting through medical bills together.
Today I sing one more song for you as the poet cries again
When he is heard across the world. Since the thoughts of you
Are engraved all over his heart now sore with the need of you.
The seduction started when I was young, as Music asked me to come out of the darkness and dance. It didn’t take much to coax me out into the light. His song was sweet and his smile intriguing. He knew I was born to dance with life. He took me out of the darkness, exposing my vulnerabilities, ...
I heard you cry out the night she left for the first time, and the last. I heard you cry and the sound was too much for me to bear, so I taught you to rock yourself back to sleep. Every night I taught you this, for centuries.