will you return to me
by the fluttering of my wings
do my feathers
make a frequency
that resonates
with your heartstrings
are there noises
unknown to ears
but heard within your soul
is there music in my cup
that beckons to your bowl
will you return to me
by the fluttering of my wings
do my feathers
make a frequency
that resonates
with your heartstrings
are there noises
unknown to ears
but heard within your soul
is there music in my cup
that beckons to your bowl
Crafting out some silence to read and reflect this morning. Thanks for these words. Bit of a tough here right now.
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I just loved this. J, you are so incredibly talented. That last sentence, “Is there music in your cup that beckons to my bowl” is just jaw dropping. I adored it. Wish I had time to say more. But, as you are aware, time is of the essence and the essence is only an instant. Love, Chris
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