Soul Music

 

-------Soul Music-------

 

It is not a day 

on a calendar 

 

That will, 

I tell you, tell me 

that it is Spring.

 

For it is 

the shifting of light

 

And songs

and seeds stirring 

in the belly of this Earth

 

That wake me 

from Winter's dream.

 

Oh, authorities, 

how they try 

to box life in.

 

And, yet, 

the sweet meander

 

That is the river 

of our 

soul

 

Will never straighten 

and never dry

 

So long 

as we fight 

and listen.

 

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