I hope to have a longer entry soon. Until now, I'll post this small snippet of encouragement. Enjoy and stay tuned!
To Muse:
Look what stirs...music
Lilting waves of pure sonnet that drift with the fragrance born of soul-song.
The haunting songs of footsteps speak upon the doorsteps of a world asleep.
The being whispers through sky and city...lilting like a lark as it drifts
From door to door...hour by hour the song echoes through all we live in and all we breathe.
It is the life-song the God-song...and it longs to be united with our soul-song.
Diaphanous whispers of purple vapor drift like lace across the edges of our minds,
The spring echoes, then moves on--who hears?
Music--the soft sound of a world rejoicing in what it once was--a cry of restoration;
Referendum of creatures--life-song.
The voice calling like a ghost of our past--haunting in the light of a bitter moon:
For us to be more than we are...
What lives we live oh sleepers,
What breaths we breathe, encased in minds of lead.
There is a hope that has whispered for generations...
When will your soul speak soul-song again?
~Dan Midgett 12/25/08 10:00 PM
