Sometimes the words swimming
beneath the music
are there before you know
what they mean
what to say
the right thing is so often
a dandelion blooming
bright as joy or gone to seed
floating weightless
a sigh when all the tender graces
of the world break your heart
and only the dance
of golden wings in the shifting light
can lift you above
the dark-rising tide swirling at your feet
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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