Our Refuge

Sat, 06/28/2014 - 11:33 -- grimlk1

The still silence we sat in

deafened our hopes.

But music and singing was our refuge.

 

It soared over the stillness of oxygen

you desperately wanted relief from.

You gave me..

the sweetest song

the sweetest moment.

 

But music and singing was our refuge.

We fled to our song.

Our song...

of hope

of future

of sorrowful mourning.

 

music and singing

is your eternal joy.

 

but music and singing

is still my refuge.

Until

I fly away

with our song..

the sweetest song ever sung.

the sweetest moment ever given.

 

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