relive
I believe in the strum of these immortal strings,
as the wanderer wonders of a new moon,
the night takes to a wish of peace
and I dream of a time when I can truly hold to a dance.
and the water calls
with my hour walking this hall,
swimming through the music of morning.
and the eyes close so slow and I wait for a whisper....
want the water to fall...
to take another chance at what years mean,
and how she feels.
--JKH