The Wounds You've HealedA Poem by C. Harter AmosI don’t know why after all these years, I’m still surprised When the purity of your voice, The purity of your talent, Wraps me in a womb Of calm, warm alpha waves That fills the holes in my heart Somehow. To mould a song from thin air That you coax to grow, Magically, Like giving birth to a thing of perfection, Its notes a double-helix of DNA notes With not a single protein out of place, Not a rest or a sixty-fourth note wrong Or misshapen. It’s a miracle indeed. The sound takes me to So many places In the center of a universal soul All placid and full of downy soft dreams. With never a sharp corner or ragged edge To tear my peace asunder. I don’t know why after all these years, I’m still surprised When the sparkle in your eyes Tells me you’re happy Long before the words are said. Somehow, the world would hold Hands beneath you if it could. It’s karma, I think… For all the wounds you’ve healed, For the hearts you’ve held in your hands And failed to crush when you could have. So many want nothing more from you Than to know that you’re happy. It’s a miracle indeed.
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8 Reviews Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 7, 2008 AuthorC. Harter AmosLexington, SCAboutBorn in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more.. |

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