I Hear You

No to this plastic chair
I want to join adventure
Sat on the grass
With stones in my ass
I listen to the magic
I cry in the moment
Feeling lifted
Feeling elated
The sky is overcast
But your sunlight burns through
Joined by curious guitar man
Twin sensory delights
In purest harmony

Fly high, dear birds
Your plumage and song is perfect
Never land or drop in the ocean
The horizon is your destiny
And ultimately infinity

You are a light inside a prism

Dedicated to Richard Charles Stevens and Guitar Man

Copyright © 2022 Sharon Lawson™ All Rights Reserved

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