Music
There in the wastes comes music, singing
Such contrast, a backing track to real life
Like some Hollywood film, unreal, constructed
Gathered souls in green clothes passing through streets
Boots treading soil of foreign lands
It courses through, in another context you would maybe dance
Lead by the rhythm, cadences, but for now you must decline
Retain a vigilance, sternness, resolve, distance
Such a shame not to partake, to enjoy, to enjoin
If only for a moment to forget, to wish peace, serenity
These simple two words we often take for granted
So, forged by another’s play we ignore this gift and tread on
Doing our thing, while they do theirs
Like ships in the night we slip past each other, lives, cultures
Worlds apart our sails furled different winds but with perhaps a grateful
moment of collision
I so wanted to forgo these trappings, to embrace, to enfold
But never to be, never meant, never done
This golden chance lost in time, in life
But I still to this day I have the music in my head
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2022
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