listening to that amazing voice,
it's like being surrounded
by the Divine,
summoned, even by choice,
to passion, bounded
by nothing but a few musical notes:
left lingering,
longing,
waiting at the door,
waiting for something more,
even
another chance
at romance,
something worth
coming home for,
too rich to ignore,
a certain feeling
that even though your mind
is reeling,
there is that someone,
right around the corner:
"Just Out of Reach,"
indeed.
September 4, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
9/4/09
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