Monday, August 26, 2013

Summertime

This is a special song for me, and it's dedicated to the woman who sang it to my brother and I all of those years growing up, and to the women that sang it before her, and who will sing it after her. This song still floats through my mind as I fall asleep on warm summer nights, and I meditate on it, and I radiate it back out into the night. The blissfulness of it goes and settles somewhere quietly in the pleasant, dark evening of the future, and waits for me. The summertime is always with me.




1 comment:

  1. This transports me 25 years and the surprise of sorrow leaps into my throat and lodges in the center of my chest.
    That song was yours and it was mine and it was so precious and now it is all like mist and vapor

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