Funny Isn't It?

Funny isn’t it,
How your fingers have
scrawled and crawled
across the miles of mystery, where
Your hand has laid itself down
upon my trembling heart; and made its
soothing connections.
Its not just your words,
the music in your lyrics
the rhythm in your heartbeat
the sensing of your tears...
It’s the story of your years
the life between the lines
Resonating with memories
that are mine....
Washing away space and time,
fusing pain
and celebrating joy...
Dancing naked in the rain.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

we say "funny"; but nobody's laughing...we nod in the direction of what the fates dispense, and say, "It's alright. I see the strings of the puppet master. You can't fool me." But at the same time, we marvel at the "sameness" of destinations, and what it means to be a lost sheep, and what it means to be found...and we enjoy...and we are assured...and, of course, dancing naked in the rain...

[mysticgmekeepr]

poets are an ever unfolding inspiration to one another. We don't dwell on the surface, but rather in the depths where the mystery swirls and offers up her pearls. We write for ourselves but also for each other.....funny, isn't it?

[Emily B]

I've never danced naked in the rain. But your words seem as much like my own as any I ever read . . . funny, isn't it?