poem
Really enjoyed the ending here: "Make in me that song
I have half the tongue to sing, remember it to me."
Often seems that way, doesn't it? More memory and remembrance than anything created out of the dark.
I've often written down lines and thought, hang on, that seems familiar, did I hear it somewhere else and forget? And there's always something different about those lines, better and truer, almost.
Really enjoyed the ending here: "Make in me that song
I have half the tongue to sing, remember it to me."
Often seems that way, doesn't it? More memory and remembrance than anything created out of the dark.
I've often written down lines and thought, hang on, that seems familiar, did I hear it somewhere else and forget? And there's always something different about those lines, better and truer, almost.