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Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Music touch my soul.
Relax my mind, make me whole.

I just want to be
Deep inside my memories
Finding things you show to me
Just a little note or two. Music moves the world, one mind at a time.
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
I love this song on the radio.
But why do I feel so bad?
The tune it makes me very happy
But then again, so sad.

Here in the car, the speakers pour
That melody in my ears.
The song is sweet, I love the beat
But what’s with all these tears?

We listened there from the very front row.
It made you happy just to watch the show.
I was all entranced as your eyes romanced
The minstrel on the stage.

You were very pleased and that pleased me.
I simply loved to see you happy.
The music still rings round my brain
And takes me back to better days.

The song’s still neat but now you’re gone.
I’m in this seat just driving on.
The tune evolves into a smile
So I turn it up and sing awhile.
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
You have soulful eyes
Wondering dreams dancing there
I see them and dare
To get lost in your vision
Your beautiful stare

Our love waltzes the moonlight
Your music flows free
We’re so wrapped up in magic
It’s hard to believe
In the song that we're singing

The stars are aware
Of the dreams we are making
The dreams we believe
They're revealing the sunshine

Leaving the darkness
As we walk through the garden
We're skipping through time
As another dream rises
On the horizon of your eyes
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
A dream is sleeping
In the still of the evening
Then wakes up to play

Long before the coming day
It drifts away into haze
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
A blank page tries to stare me down.
Devoid of words, the empty space
Surrounds my mind and
Fills it up with little thoughts.

Forget-me-nots, that’s what they are.
Just IOUs awaiting payment.
A keen arrangement with the empty sheet.
How sweet it is and very neat.

A thought takes shape, the space is bare.
But ink conveys a tender kiss.
Sprawling there my words resist
The emptiness I cannot bear.

That lonely space is now set free.
The story flows and grows…
Into a mighty tree where
Thoughts to be are simply leaves.

I climb that tree so all can see
And leave behind a memory.
Across the page, no longer bare,
I stare into infinity.
Back to writing about writing.
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
gentle waters flow
through the channels of the mind
silk dreams streaming by
Richard Grahn Sep 2017
Here beneath the ground
Cool water flows all around
Roots reach down to drink

With the wind, leaves are playing
In daylight slowly fading
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