Listening to the Moody Blues

When I was just a kid,

I’d listen

there were rhythms with such skill,

I would look at a stone

on the ground

with a different lens

by the way the music spoke to my mind,

and I never understood why.

 

Then one day I found this song,

the lyrics of which,

struck me,

perhaps she was in my mind,

yet it seemed

so perfect,

every word crying to be heard,

“A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more”

 

Seemed so easy, to read the purpose

of ‘Isn’t Life Strange’

so fitting

telling us all to stop and breathe,

to realize the world the same,

perhaps not absolute,

yet certainly can we all fall in love,

yes we can,

for we do turn the page,

though we know

the words remain.

 

They could always be the same,

our lives, our loves, our words.

Always In The Lyrics

Too easy to be anywhere

a song, a melody

a lyric

the steady beat, a rhythm,

seems to be speaking to

just me.

I feel alone in this world,

watching the wheels turn,

yet no longer having a grasp,

simply missing,

always looking beyond

just where I am in the moment,

wondering, wander is the soul

when detached from the heartache of love.

 

I want to let her go,

and I must,

at least the words would suggest such,

yet

moments like these

a song, a melody

a lyric

will then in that split second

bring back …

 

Your smile,

your peace,

the lovely nature of whom you  are,

those soft moments,

those inspirational gasps

of certainty,

the moment I do look in your eyes,

I’m lost in my own personal ocean

of love


Inspired by the lyrics of Colbie Caillat – ‘Tied Down’

 

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

–   for Zelda