He is what would be if those early morning rays that split through the mountains and dapple the Earth in faerie hues could swell into a person.
He is the hope that rises each morning with the brilliant sun, that feeling of release as the sky sheds its cloak of darkness and stretches from horizon to horizon, shielding the world with it's body of blue.
He is the clear opening notes of a lullaby sung in true love to the ears of the innocent, that way that sounds are purer, truer, when they are heard by the right person.
He is a wafting melody that drifts along in the breeze as somewhere, far off, a flute is being played to the silence.
He is prose and poetry and melody that could go on forever without once resting, an endless storm that swirls around my mind and fingers and soul.
He is inspiration.
Pure light.
Pure life.
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I love this! I can almost see the scene.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful muse..tall and strong..Jae
ReplyDeleteWhen someone is your sun and your music, that's power.
ReplyDeleteDavid likey o.o
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