Music Renews
I have no name or reason, gone are bone and flesh.
My uncuffed spirit beats raw a passionate crest.
As guitar riffs stroke my soul's divine ache afresh,
my core becomes high and healings blaze in my chest.
Tunes spin vibrations that linger deep and grab me.
While I dance, fall, rise and pure rush floods in to spin,
notes melt me adrift to float in truth feels of free.
Music mends to transcend me beyond human skin.
February 6, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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