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Pictures Paired With Songs

Some days
                  I wonder
where the words will come from for the blog
because
                 some days
are just pictures
                   pictures paired with a loop of melodies that play over and over and over again in my                             mind
                   and out loud, too, spouting from my lips and lungs
                   melodies that I didn't write
                   but are written in me now
                   because their words speak to my words, words to heart, words to soul
                   cuz the author's stretching the bars on the treble staff
                      to reach through them and give me a hug, and tell me that "all is well, all is well"
                            (or a slap on the shoulder, and tell me that our roads aren't hallelujah, but hallelujah
                             anyways)
                                   **Or a squeeze of the hand while singing about the castle on a cloud we could
                                       run to when the going gets tough**
                                             ^^or a bright smile while singing about the bridge I'd build across the sea
                                                 to get to my Kevin if the need arose^^

So some days
                    I wonder which words are mine
                    and I have to really remember which words are theirs
                    because the lyrics, well, they play til they're a part of me

         some days
are just pictures
              pictures paired with songs.








"Come, Come Ye Saints" 
(O My Road)
**Castle On a Cloud**
^^Hacer Un Puente^^


                 

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