Breezin'

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

faroff

running and laughing

whisper to a shout

over the ever-narrowing horizon of time and life

i hear the tattered anthems of the music of my youth

its melodic euphony like medicine

raising me up

massaging spirit

cloudy days turned sunny

speaking directly to the faith in my soul

giving me a reason

mattering not neither the time nor season

its indisputable, higher, truth incapable of ever committing treason

yet another song from the repertoire of the wind

unstoppable, carrying notes like dandelion spores

trusting

believin'

pleasin'

breezin'

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You are indeed breezing and cruising with faith and song. Marvelous that you are finding reasons to live, seasons to give. Your poetry is measured by the spirit.
Awesomeness!

[Pete]

thank you kind sir ... :)

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” - William Wordsworth

[Sami Khalil]

I love it. You are welcome.