The music of my youth
it may be aging but, it's never dead
it's constantly playing in my head
filled with emotions and hidden truth
The music of my youth
traveling with me through time
sacred melodies, internal rhymes
searching my soul, becoming a sleuth
songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way
The music of my youth
comforting me while singing the blues
or whenever, I am thinking of you
some memories you just can't dilute
The music of my youth
filled with riffs and weeping guitars
dreaming of a one-of-a kind star
listening to a piano or far away flute...
songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way
written for What's Going On?
hosted by Sherry
Thank you for reading
Happy New Year!
I can almost hear it, the riffs and weeping guitars, full of memories, as alive as it was back then, just grown more wise. Beautiful, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right about the music staying with us. Well done, as always. Sandra sandracox.blogspot.com
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