This one came to me this morning fresh out of a dream. Imagining percussive colorful piano chords accompanying the words and syllables. Perhaps a work in progress!
Sweet Forgiveness/ If Not That
Sweet forgiveness springs from the core
I find myself at your door
Knock, knock, knock
I leave a single flower
No sense in trying to crash through
That just leaves me black and blue
Feeling better now, cold winter days
Grateful that it finally rained
The fire finally contained
New green must spring from ash
And what is there to celebrate
If not that ?
- Alison Harris