When the chords would wind my mind
sitting alone just watching the tide
each slap like a rippling white cap
a seasonal gesture of visual music
I could let myself feel my body
alive and well and passionate
the inspiration of a concerto
in simple terms a meditation
where she might come to mind
actually always in my heart
I watched her walk out of my life
twenty phone calls later she was gone
Such was the life of a bohemian beauty
living in a world far beyond my ordinary.
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