Was a good night

A fleeting glimpse of who I was,
a second sight of youth regained
was paradise to blinded eyes;
a gift of passing time detained.
A shaggy bear with angel's voice
was how a critic once described
my work. Through age and not by choice,
the golden tone grew tarnished, bled
of grace and wings. Last night...last night;
the angel burst through graveled throat,
dipped, soared in unfettered flight
through every song and spot-on note.
Expressive, strong, no cracks or strain;
what joy it was to sing again.

Reviews

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~ wow... you make happiness and joy with words and inject them into the universe for others, monsieur jewel... heartwarming stuff this and of course brilliant written... :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You have penned exactly how I felt when I produced the video of my song I Dream a Dream. What a joy it was to finally meet that dream I had longed for all my life. This is a beautiful piece Bear.

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautiful! :)