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At times, thoughts flow from my mind to my fingers like music through a hall; there are times when they just fall flat. There are times when I see what makes a piece interesting; there are times when it’s out of my reach. There are times that are very, very humbling as I realize I’m learning more about me.

When the cocophonos sound of the day is replaced by a gentle sigh from the pup resisting reality to share my chair and the arrhythmic snap of kindling giving its warmth to me and the room; when the constant onslaught of reality is replaced by the hearth’s dying embers glow dancing across the walls and the unconditional love on my lap keeps me glued to the chair, I find time to explore a place no one seems to notice deep inside of me.

In the warmth of this room, a seed that has planted roots but failed to breach soil starts to grow. Watered by the saline thoughts of loss and unfulfilled delusions and serenaded by a requiem to dreams, a sprout emerges, flourishes and entangles the room in briars and thorns as if in a Disney feature. The thicket chokes out the tangerine reflections from the fire’s warmth as it consumes the four walls that surround me. Spikes of discontent and shards of isolation fill the room like barbed wire on a battle field.

And then a lone bass note on the E string of an acoustic rings out.

Just as quickly as the thought briar consumed the psyche, a song appeared and filled the room with hope. The bass note cut the tangle at its core, the vine’s vigor withdrew and it began to wither. As the note grew to a riff, the entanglement turned to ash and fell upon the floor in piles of dust. When the riff transformed into a song, a breeze grew to a vortex swirling around the room vanquishing the traces of discontent and restoring the false facade of happiness and strength. No traces of the bramble existed; all that remained was a steady calm ready to take on tomorrows’ desolate landscape.

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew today.

I thought I heard a baby cry this morning,
I thought I heard a baby cry this today.
You didn’t hear no baby cry this morning,
You didn’t hear no baby cry today.

Where have all the people gone my honey,
Where have all the people gone today.
There’s no need for you to be worrying about all those people,
You never see those people anyway.

I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I thought I heard a young man morn today.
I thought I heard a young man morn this morning,
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew today.

Walk me out in the morning dew my honey,
Walk me out in the morning dew today.
I’ll walk you out in the morning dew my honey,
I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway,
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,
Guess it doesn’t matter anyway.

(Walk Me Out In The) Morning Dew – Bonnie Dobson

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