There it is inside me;
I hear the music
that is the expression
of who I am.
It becomes more difficult
as age disguises me
to reconcile this broken body
with my inner music.
When I was young
my music commanded
the whole world
to see my symphony.
It is becoming easier in time
to be alone with my music
feeling every irregular phrase
of my very intimate rhapsody.
Will I never feel exquisite again?
A beautiful duet forever gone;
leaving me ever wondering
will I never again be me?
When I think of harmonizing
my life with an unknown new tune,
I feel my eyes reluctantly opening
while my song slides into the blues.
My heart yearns for the me
of a heart full of life’s light,
so beautiful, and so very bright –
of the symphony of my youth.
I dream to be a softly precious thing;
my heart strings tuned to sing
a consistently beautiful melody
looking for the most perfect tune.
Texas Lady Juanita
Copyright © 2020 by Juanita Holloway-Walters
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