I KEEP YOU
IN A SPECIAL PLACE
RESERVED
FOR THE FIRST
MORNING SONG
AND THE LAST
SOARING
NOTE
THAT COMES
IN THE EVENING
WHEN SECRET
DREAMS
OCCUR
OF WHO YOU
ARE
AND WHERE
WE WERE,
ONCE IN A
DREAM
LONG AGO
THAT HAS
TRAVELED THE
YEARS
TO DIFFERENT
STOPS ON A
JOURNEY
THAT NEVER
ENDS,
GOING
FROM BEND
TO BEND
SOMETIMES
SCREECHING
TO A HALT
WITH PAINFUL
NOTES
YOU RAIL
AT ME FOR
MY HESITATION,
BUT I HAVE
MY REASONS
THE SEASONS
OF MY HEART
DEMAND
ATTENTION,
THAT WHICH
YOU CANNOT
GIVE,
FOR YOU
LIVE
IN ANOTHER
WORLD,
LEAVING ONLY
ONE LINK
OF MUSICAL
MAGIC
BETWEEN US,
AND THIS
MORNING
WHILE I
LISTEN
SECRETLY
QUIETLY
JOYFULLY
IN AWE
OF YOUR
ENDLESS
TALENT
FOR THE SOUNDTRACK
OF THE WORLD,

WE RIDE
ON SEPARATE
TRACKS
TO THE
SAME DESTINATION,
MANIFESTING
THE DREAM
OF CREATION
OF REACHING
OUR MARK,
CARRYING
THE LOAD
OF SORROW
AND PAIN
WHILE OTHERS
BELIEVE
WE HAVE
PERFECT LIVES,
IT BELONGS
IN A PRIVATE
PLACE,
THIS SPACE
WE SHARE
THE MAGICAL
MOMENTS
WHERE THE
THEMES
OF OUR LIVES
COME
TOGETHER,
AND WHAT IS
YET TO COME
IS THE BEST
PART,
IT WILL BE
A SPACE
WHERE
WE START
TO CREATE
THINGS
TYING UP
THE STRINGS
THAT CONNECT
OUR LIVES
FINALLY OUT
THERE FOR
ALL TO SEE,
JUST
YOU
AND
ME…

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/19