apersonaljourney – stories of love

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.