"There will be hidden worlds that shine...."
I walk in solitude, hemmed in by the tempo of synchroncity, a blur of jazz flirting like fingertips on a rosary. I hear the lifting of a veil and a quiet ping of spirits. They settle within the entwined echos of my footsteps lost on an empty street wet with rain. They haunt my drifting reveries with blessed caresses lightly dancing in the air all around this dark night.... spirits sacred in the boughs of sweet pine. They stay close to me on this lonely night of ten Hail Mary's until my own spirit rises up to join in the dance. And when the trumpet hits a single high note, our spirits slip effortlessly into the timbre of a holy space where mystery dwells in the ancient grace of mercy.
In a world without end, we moved like spirits in the night....together. It made all the difference.
We're never alone inside the hidden worlds that shine.
ps. this is a piece i wrote last year. it was inspired by Springsteen's magical lyrics. I tried to capture the same feeling he so masterfully captures. I read it now, and it fits me differently. In a good way. In a good way.....