Saturday, February 18, 2006

finding voice

I write in the dark of eve
dinner set to simmer
and I am singing slow songs
that moved me once
upon long, long time ago.

My voice feels small
echoing soft, sweet, slow
as it grooves deep and with
each breathe it grows
less faltering, finding
how to keep the beat,
stretch it out smooth...
clean and neat with soul.