Musings
The song, once a distant intoxicating melody
A bee buzzing softly from afar
Faintly whispering to my soul, carried on the winds of life
Circling, buzzing, slowly approaching and fading
A slippery fish impossible to grasp
Now is within my grasp
The volume has been turned up
The song is reverberating in my chest
Life is approaching in all its glory
And the future is beautiful
November 26, 2013. Posted by: nelsonday