Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Mai ... - Into The Eye Of The Storm......




I love the singing.....
I love the song......

The song sings itself......
And echoes in the cavernous canyons of my heart....

And I sway to the music, within me.....
I love the dance.......

I the music.......
And me the dance......

Where was the party, tonight......?

And the heart beats to the rhythms of it's own song......

And all the while the perfume bubbled up my nose......
And a palpitating, delight of wonder, almost choked my throat......

Here, is where the party was, tonight......

And I sway to the music, within me.....

I the music.......
And me the dance......

Summer of '94.......

It was all too new......

What is this place, where I find myself.......

I had no clue.......

Lost in the wetness of the words of my own song........

I looked for a singer.......
And found none......

And ran head long into the eye of the storm......

Where was the dancer, dancing this dance......

And all the while the perfume bubbled up my nose......

Holding my own heart.....in the palms of my hands.....

These songs sing themselves......
As we laugh.....and cry......


And the dance dances itself.....
As we tumble......and fly......





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