It began simply as any other moment. Empty Space ready to be filled. Lungs paused on the inhalation- An Invitation to feed oxygen into my voice. Spirit Wove attraction; ethereal particles spinning in Cyclone to the magnet of my EYE. A calm scene- serene Syllables effortlessly escape. Endless rehearsals Render all motion as automatic as professionals play. The message in me has dulled from countless repetition. But Audience gathers seeds of the story and feeds it a life. A kerosene Wick soaked through transference of parallel memory. ‘I went out the hazel wood, Because a fire Was in my head’ and there we extinguished The blaze of emotion HE bled from our smiles.
Written from a prompt given from Dverse challenge on 2/15/2020