A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.
BREATH OF HEAVEN
How gently we are born Upon the wind of change, That mighty storm Reaching us as barely a whisper, How softly we are carried From moment to moment With scarcely a hair to rearrange.
Ah! The lovely Lucy - all bodes well, thank you - yes - still the occasional output of words from here - but currently busy with composing a score for James & The Giant Peach, being performed very soon.
I shall look forward to reading some of your fresh material - welcome back to cyber-world. XXX
2 comments:
Tim! How art thou??? :)
I haven't been tending to my blogs for some time now, but am now feeling the stirrings of fresh interest..enthusiasm..
and you? How dost thou travel???
I don't know why I've suddenly taken on this period speak but I'm so glad to see that unlike me, you've still been writing... :)
Ah! The lovely Lucy - all bodes well, thank you - yes - still the occasional output of words from here - but currently busy with composing a score for James & The Giant Peach, being performed very soon.
I shall look forward to reading some of your fresh material - welcome back to cyber-world. XXX
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