with sweeping lines and a magically forward pulling meter.
And there are some moments where what is beat one, two, and
three become obscured and you are seamlessly moving through time.
Then when the time comes, the rhythm finds you once again, and you are dancing.
As bittersweet as the B major 9th and 7th chord.
May the celestial locust fly you to where you need to be,
and may the wind always carry you swiftly through the night.
Say hello to the spirits you find in the sky,
for me, and in honor of the dream named your life.
May you drink from the eternal waters,
dance, with the perpetual flames,
and taste the dirt of a thousand ancestors.
…Say hello, when you visit that place
called earth.
~With love
I claim no rights to this music, I just wish to share it.
Poetry © 2015