(THE GENTLE STREAM)
THE SOUND OF IT TRICKLING OVER THE STONES... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS SOUND...
https://youtu.be/ujzMHLac404
She crosses my mind and I caress her as softly as I can so that she does not fade away...
The gentle breeze sings
She and it entwined lovely
Man breathes deeply, sighs
I living these days suspended on her complexity.
She as much a part of me as the helix of my dna.
The depths of my melanin.
Born of carbon we
Molded and formed see
We one entity
My waking and my sleeping driven by her and my... My heart beats her name in synchopated patterns.
My chest... My chest.
I would speak of her name as I fade away.
Leaves spiraling down
Roots covered on solid ground
Such a cold hard world
She the rebirth and I a man hold my hands stretched to the sky...
Trials, tribulations... Man screaming into closed minds and the... The heavens remain silent...
Pinpoints of light that are the guide.
Stars twinkling overhead
Bearing witness to the power
Love is all we got
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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