it’s like,
I ride songs into sweet
remembers
of my daddy
of my friends
of my sister, and my twin
I float in a star-strewn nebula,
a compostella, each star
a different scene and cast,
each a member of my asterism of
memories
each and all beloved
clear as the ringing of a bell
flooding my eyes with tears
of sorrow and joy and laughter
I ride music like
a flying carpet lifts on the magical,
gently carrying my heart
into the beauty and sorrow and laughter
of Love lost and
Love found
c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 4:31 PM UTC
it’s like,
I ride songs into sweet
remembers
of my daddy
of my friends
of my sister, and my twin
I float in a star-strewn nebula,
a compostella, each star
a different scene and cast,
each a member of my asterism of
memories
each and all beloved
clear as the ringing of a bell
flooding my eyes with tears
of sorrow and joy and laughter
I ride music like
a flying carpet lifts on the magical,
gently carrying my heart
into the beauty and sorrow and laughter
of Love lost and
Love found
c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater
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