
Day 25: How sweet the sound

Pinstripe in church, standby as late locals emerge, this place a castle, my mind immersed. In a song of insight, incite an inner riot how to disagree, 1-2-3 “..blind but now I see”. Looking for miracles? Look up at our tree.
Rejoice that wrong or right can’t stop us. Enough just listening to your voice, a music inbound, my favorite noise, “how sweet the sound”. Deaf to the people forever in the background, blinded – you’re surreal, a halo surrounds.
A view from above, we’re growing – how high? We’ve loved, lost and tried, now ready for the shine. Fly away with me to a time past the dusk, bound together hold my hand and just trust, that we’ll find our way safe and sound, imagine us “..once was lost, but now I’m found.”
Searching for a reason to be, it’s clear to me as the daylight on our tree, that you and I will always sing together, 1-2 “was blind but now I see.”
Remember the good times,
Julian
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