Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Different Pages.


    Different Pages.




At a glance,
I saw your lips moving,
Was almost sure I heard a voice.
Some great and wonderful light shone,
Out into the world towards my heart,
That only I could see.

It felt good, I can tell you friend,
As though I had met a kin,
One whom shared the love for life.
Those sounds I heard were joyous,
To a man who's searched the world,
Resonated in this tiny darkened room.

But then the music moved on,
I was silent and you still sang,
As if the tune for you were different.
Had I missed the beat, the rhythm?
Was this not our song my friend,
Were we singing from different pages?