Friday, June 26, 2009

Music Night

Didn't know how to get there: 
a place where I might sing.

When lost, 
I just keep turning 
'til I find that 
inner compass.

a wise and borrowed house:
a living room 
baby grand, 
two guitars
a mandolin and 
painted sky. 

Wherever I park 
my restless frame
a brief destination, 
a settling place.

Oh come angel band:
come and around me stand: 
Carry me up on music's wings
to my eternal home.

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