The Questioning Soul

Excuse me friend I have a story to share
Enriched by travel and kind blue stares
It should not surprise nor shock the ears
Because it comes from the place of tears
It speaks of things that swirl inside
Of countless stars mirrored across skies
It has images from across the earth
From subtle moments and explosive births
Excuse me my friend do you have the time to hear
Or should I wait until the gift has matured
And a soft word pricks the ear?
I have questions you see
And they are in my story
I know you see too
But through the noise I am struggling
For the moment to share with you
Another time you say
And I examine the surroundings and decide that for the sake of timing I would wait.


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