He was one hum-dinger
and so was his song
And the winged one flew by
silently in truth
knowing there was nothing wrong
“Keep the faith,” the birdie said
as ice fogged morning sprung to life
with every crisp footfall
And, he was aware, not afraid
in the quiet hours
of his early morning moment
How much can be done
in five short minutes?
A poem, a song, a sketch,
a dance, conception
A birth, break something, fix something
love, live, die…
Every moment is an eternity
Living in the moment
is living now
Oh, the honoring!
to have a concert of your own
Held up high by friends and supporters
fans and admirers
Ah, such glory!
Every individual
should experience such an honoring
in their own way
Yes! Yes! Yes!
There’s a mystery
surrounding the question
Of its origin, its destination
And so, she sat
with the what if’s
until her head was spinning
Yet always her heartbeat was steady
The story goes
that in the beginning
we have all the love we need
And, in actuality, we always
have all the love we need
For, we ARE Love…
