We met at the edge ...
we met at the threshold
... the world gets small
standing on the edge
we let it spill
it dulled the pain
flooding the aches ,
the purging flows
the holding on
the letting go
sow the seeds
a song might grow
then without a word ,
we just
let
go
♫
♪
♫
but ,
all of it
was music ...
Harlon Rivers
October 22, 2013
