Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Class Journal: A Mystical Experience

roaring, raging!
Ripping through my world of hell!
He connects me!

Voice II
Quiet, calming. . .
He whispers sweet nothings,
I sing with him, sway along,
then suddenly awaken!
I stand bolt upright and realize,
I have stopped singing!
I am lost in his words, not even the words,
But the tone, the breath, his vocal chords. . .
He caresses me with those vocal chords as this realization sinks into me.

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