Lost in the

movement of the melody

Found in the center of the strumming

Carried out into the vast space beyond the horizon line

Only to return

to the rocking chair

on the back deck

sipping sangria

In the darkness of the new moon

The crickets come out to play

Music fills the night sky

and I am

home.

Okay, your turn:

Is there any particular imagery invoked for you by these lines of poetry?

In the stillness of the night, do we hear the melody all the more? Do we notice more of everything? Is that what it takes to grab our attention?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

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