The poet and the Busker
The busker providing a musical or entertaining ambiance ...
Her words...enterwined into his heart..
Across a ocean ,
carried as if by wave or wind,
To a unknown friend,
His music gave voice to her feelings,
Her song became his.
Perhaps they were always meant to be connected,
Maybe it was fate.
Passing stars that came close enough to sparkle
in the other's light,
Time and distance were of no consequence.
The connection was of the heart and mind.
The music played softly and seems to gently travel
through time and space.
across the starry skies ,
and ocean of blue,
until his music found her heart,
playing softly in the lonely night,
as she danced under the moonlight,
He rose to the sunrise,
He had dreamed that he had touched the rose.
For a brief moment they had found
a way to reach past mere human existence,
to find a connection of hearts and souls.
The poet and the Busker.
©Judy Arline Puckett |