Becky ( @goldengirl8733 )

11:38 PM Mar 17, 2018
His voice in my ear from far away, farther away than can be measured in miles, but something in his spoken jazz simmers in my soul, drawing me closer, echoing in my heart like his acoustic blues... Wonder with me as we wander, he says. Follow me down an old dirt road, until we’re lost in the mountains on some frosty dawn. Let’s dispense with our half-lit lives and be each other’s sun. I tap time with his syllables, each declaration like whispered hymns. There is a melody in spirits aligned. I imagine a life alight...