The Queen's Dagger

Rookie (July 31 1997 / Vermont)

Listening - Poem by The Queen's Dagger

It is beautiful,
this sound I hear
in the theater of dreams,
in the alley of death,
in the way of love.

I could and have
spent many hours just
listening.

Listening to all that I can,
soaking up this divinity,
for it must be holy.

This is my life force,
without it I would not survive,
this is my precious music.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2012



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