Joy

Being watched by a crowd
Standing behind a transparent curtain
Vision is only allowed in my direction

An uncommon exposure
Aware of spirits like the gears in a clock
Required to act

Across the arena
On the balcony
They see me

A true opportunity
Insight rising from deep within
Vocal vibrations vanquishing questions

A new salvation sounded
An exquisite harmony piercing peering ears
Entering open hearts

I am home
In front of everybody
Alone, loved and part of the crowd

Author's Note

This is a classic tune as these words are classic thoughts.



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Reviews

Oh, I felt in Rome, in the colosseum, cheering people, for the one and only true serene fighter, of his aim. Personally combativeness mixed with inner grace, for his one and only target... the strenght of being alone, and even to die alone, for what is worth all, is for me a true hero. Forgotten glory and time, within the art of your mind, and the perfect visualisation your words give, with the right lighting, gave me a time travel... back in the days there were many ways to Rome.

Thank you. such an exquisite and excellent write.