This Gift

a new dimension
I perceive it
unexplored

not quite elated
nor morose
I’m just adrift

fairly hopeful
getting close
open this gift

Music Land

I have a home
away from here,
but it’s not on
the map.

Pluck that string,
give it an ear;
I’ll show you
in a snap.

This is where
I’m truly from;
it’s beauty,
so profuse.

And if you would,
give it a strum
so we can
cut you loose.

Now the music
swells within,
and we can
freely dance.

We are touching
without skin,
so let’s explore this
vast expanse.

If I lose you
along the way,
just hold out
your hand.

You can listen,
or you can play
to connect in
Music Land.

When I hear this part
of this wondrous song,
I feel a love so clear.

I regain my heart
and bounce headlong
into a joyous cheer.

I’d forgotten this –
a soothing sound
that transcends woe.

Right here is bliss,
I do propound;
What’s gone becomes a go.

Before I was ever lost in thought,
I was lost in bliss.
I ran through the summer air
with lightning bugs, like this.

I was glad to roam the earth
without a care to call my own.
My troubles were the simple kind,
in a safety zone.

And after many years
of roaming with a heavy mind,
I find myself lost again
with only bliss to find.