Getaway
Music whispers in my ear, getting louder,
calling me to the peacefulness
of its calm-water getaway more frequently now
throughout my day.
When I find that place, that paradise just for me
created by the music that pumps through my veins
and thrives in my heart
it is no longer a whisper but so loud
that it shakes my stomach,
compresses my lungs
and stops my heart.
All this you would think
to be unbearable,
but really,
it’s rather pleasant.
Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2008
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