Cutting a Path

Cutting a Path

©carol voccia
for david

Real memories

Cultivated in the flesh

Sprinkle soft rain on

The buds of friendship

Of trust and simple feelings



Speak the life line in its

Truest test

As a prayer, a loft in the wing

Of a connection in flight

Open the flow

Even when kinks divert it into

Circles of torment

The path of escape will always

Be there as a simple thought of

Where you want to be



Be there with me

Let the drops of our past

Slide around our hearts and wash away

Forget the mind that judges in circles

We cut the path we want

And sing in tunes we can hear in the

Others we seek



I seek you

Not as a lone bird sitting on wire

But as conscience flight that takes

Us where we really want to be.
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