In A Sheltered Blue
By sidewinder
In the background I hear a saxophone, Touch those rhythms in a sheltered blue wherein a heartbeat rolls in a past memory, Created in its own language, Clear in an echo that touches in a rainy dawn, Somehow I separate my mind in the music that touches my soul, For in those whispers we create a completeness which ensnares a freedom met in the night, Can you hear a sacredness circled in the wind? Yet feel the trueness only met in that sound? Sept. 25, 2000 Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 04:31 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • other
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