There are stories coming, can you hear?
When ideas seem alive
When life seems made of rich, tactile textures
When someone else’s song moves you to tears
You know your own song is just waiting in the wings
The first soft footsteps-
Curling tendrils of resonance
A double life – being doubly alive!
It waits, it waits!
Light Under Shadow 
Life does wait, in all of its glories and terrible dilemmas, doesn’t it. I like the enthusiasm underlying this poem.
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Yes it does, and when it all condenses into a story or a poem, its an amazing reward! 🙂
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