((Yet again, another poem...))
I sing softly, wind crashing with my hair. I play with the soft current of life as it enters my soul and exits my heart.
I play this magical music of a soul that never sings the gracious hope of love, in the darkness of sin, it still waits for that moment when I return to teach it a song.
And this wind, still playing in my memory, blowing through my soul and mind like water through a striegner, and I stil walk on, to teach a lesson of which none have taught.
This lesson no one can teach, it is truly taught through the heart, no wind can teach it as can no heart be broken by its melody.
So I walk on, wishing for the moment that I return, that hollowed soul waiting to learn this song, this song of which none can teach, this simple little song musicians of all kind call life.
IGmangachick · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 04:21am · 0 Comments |