A Song


Unlike light in all its glory,  

a song can walk through walls  

or cross quiet battlefields like soft bullets 

into the hearts of forgotten brothers.  

A song may choose angels  

or ditch bottles in the wind  

humming amber hymns.  

Songs find the seams of morning dreams  

reminding you of deepest loves,  

deepest needs. 

A song sneaks up in a lonely land with a laughing embrace  

and whispers behind the ear,  

Come old friend, let's sit a while  

Let's smile again.


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