what we feel
what we see
what we believe
what we hope
the wind blows cold this morning
the rains have passed and the cold comes
the darkness of winter is a balm
the low clouds a tonic
Bruce Cockburn is singing in my headphones,,
he says,
"To be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king,
but the magic of a lover's touch is what makes my spirit sing."
it's a song about emptiness and loneliness,
about not being able to touch..
i know this song too well.
wkm
nashville
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