Thoughts of her
permeating my early thoughts
her words, changing into
the chirping of the songbird
wings fluttering, whispering
a voice, known called out
sound patterns motioning
my sense of hearing, challenged

Just what was she trying
to tell me?

I rolled over in bed again
singing her morning song

Kept always, safely protected
in my heart…


Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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