Chords Float to the Top

Stories drawn from bottoms of deep wells

Hands, wrinkled with time, outstretched, lie in wait

Light falling rain, fills gaps, pooling unsaid words

Chords float to the top, unsurfaced mysteries solved aloud

The sun pulls at my skin, penetrating warmth, an embrace

The sound of your voice lulls me to sleep

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