A song

It's not just a song.
It's possibly the song.

There are countless other songs I can think of, that have
mattered over the years; with landmark events that bolstered
their significance.

Yet, this one, like most unexpected occurences,
good things included, happen to pop up, literally out-of-the-blue.

As random as it cued itself in my music player one fine day,
the message hit home, somehow.
And helped this careening cynic
fall off the edge..
and into the deep end.

Willingly.

Thanks, Bob.

You are here and warm
But I could look away
And you'd be gone
Coz we live in a time
When meaning falls in splinters
from our lives
And that's why I've travelled far
Coz I come so together
Where you are

You are here today
But easily
you might just slip away
Coz we live in a time
Where paintings
have no color
Words don't rhyme
And that's why I've travelled far
Coz I come so together
Where you are

Yes, and all of things I said
that I wanted
Come rushing by in my head
when I'm with you
Fourteen joys
and a will to be merry
All of the things
that we say are very

Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again

Sentimental lady
Gentle one