Behind the Curtain…

I wrote you a song to sing with the birds. Turned out all along, you knew most of the words. Wooing and swooning ablaze, back and forth. I couldn’t articulate, for what it’s worth. Caught up in the amazing beauty and grace. Afraid to be foolish, or make a disgrace. Unwillingly naïve, yet so incrediblyContinue reading “Behind the Curtain…”