Finding Something

There is no electricity in sorrow.

Tears sting for strange reasons but they do not spark.

Melancholy lacks the sharp snap of a simple smile.

Anger holds a magnetism, even a power,

But give me the lightning whip of laughter

That rouses imagination and browbeats reluctance into joy.

If fire resides in the soul

Then energy must surge within every content heart.

Sometimes my resolve slides beneath the waves

And slumbers in the night of knives steeled with regret.

But tonight, I am a bird riding the winds

Following the new crackle of a spring storm.

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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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