Play the Music Loud
Something is fuming inside me
Beckoning me to break out
Something is raging inside me
How much I want to shout
Here I am on this heightened rock
watching the silent stream pouring
water into the fragmented ditch
While the sound of nature engulf me
And balm me with its will.
Tall trees whose height I dear not reach
Sway gentle and murmur silently
Forming a protective barrier around me
And the chirping birds intruding on my privacy
with their undefined melody
Everything is green again and tales of
Yesterday envelope in nature.
Just me alone on this vast stretch
romancing with the presumptuous wind
While he stand aloof blindfolded by his obstinate will.
I have seen him somewhere before
He kept shrieking behind my door
Is it Deja Vu or is it something true?
Every now and then I feel something stirring inside me
Propelling me briskly towards my destiny.
Copyright © Christine Phillips