That time when the
Damp sheets billowed
Like sails trapped
In winsome air,
Giving up the sea
For sun and wind.
Hard to hear the music
Harder still to remember
Those times when
The world stopped
At the horizon,
And that was far enough.
Every now and then
A song is played,
And the years
Slide away like
Rain on leaves;
That very moment
Says hello again.
Our stories come
Wrapped in music
A personal symphony
Only we can remember;
The circle broken or whole
Has always been there,
One and many
And back again.
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