When Florence Sings
When Florence sings there is no past
the future waits, the present lasts
the machine plays its offerings
beside her voice when Florence sings
When Florence dances in the air
it moves like fire through her hair
the world is lost in swaying trances
and found again when Florence dances
With poems of Florence dressed in song
the highways stretch so far and long
my ghosts that gather in these moments
relive their time with poems of Florence
Florence struck a chord in me
reverberating musically
with familiar harmonies
Florence struck a chord in me
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2016
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