It’s a beautiful day to believe
…it will be.

Shadows play across
bridges of thought, through
keys and strings and other
musical things which attach
themselves to my heart.

You come to me amid
the harmony of their waves
(I wander)
lost in those quiet realms
of splendour.

Was it always this magical
is it merely time’s

I gaze at welcome rain upon
misted windows
better there than in my eyes


still so glad I dared to burn
my fingers in your flame.


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