I will make playlists of angel songs
And burbling laughs of toddlers
Who haven’t learnt to imprison their feelings in words
I will make playlists of waves rolling on cobbled shores
And the crash of surf exploding into clouds
I will make playlists of the wind ruffling the firs
Punctuated by butterflies tap-dancing on honeysuckle blossoms
I will sing along with whistles of the northern lights
Slide shimmering a magnetic resonance
From starshine’s wave
My top forty will never be capped
Or over produced
My playlist sings eternity
I fall into the space between the sounds
Not a dark hole
But a double helix slide from being to becoming
Listening for truth
Neither question nor answer
Just the simplicity of forever
Like smiles for no reason
Resounding into harmony
David Trudel © 2013
