Alan WhiteA Poem by William Michael ReevesWho died YESterday
Count the beat of life
composed till death drums faintly Yes, Alan White rocked In his honor, I post lyrics and my interpretation. A seasoned witch will call you from the depths of your disgrace, to rearrange your liver to it's solid mental grace. And achieve it all with music, which came quickly from afar; to taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. (Anderson/Howe, Yes) An experienced wicken sings, and lifts you to a place, where cleansing thought will put you in a peaceful space. With notes that play as fast as light from a falling star, we listen so intently time gets lost, in the music's power. (Billigami) © 2022 William Michael ReevesAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 26, 2022 Last Updated on May 26, 2022 AuthorWilliam Michael ReevesSeattle, WAAboutI live in Seattle. I have been a nurses aide most of my life and my experiences as a caregiver for people with disabilities has inspired much of my poetry. I love the puzzle of poetry. Expression with.. more..Writing
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