Posted by: Paul Chiariello | February 2, 2011

Be with Me the Music

Be with me the music

while the music lasts.

Hand in hand

we’ll match the silhouettes

of winter’s trees.

We’ll twist and shake

to water’s own sky body.

Brush off fate

and wash clean in cold air’s current.

Come with me

to climb the wet backs

of our finger tips.

For I want to rise with you

closer to God’s own music.

.

.

Paul Chiariello

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