For the benefit of Misses Kite,
Who asked me to sing a song tonight.
I must confess, I will be late
though I did not intend to complicate.
It seems the world is slightly crazy
Both mind and heart are feeling hazy.

You see, there lives inside this skin
a song that doesn’t know where to begin.
The pulse is there, the lyrics wait
but compliments fail to penetrate.
So many hurts have come before
I do not hear trust, anymore.

Though, Misses Kite, she draws me fine
I do not see the face as mine.
And my song, though it may sound thready
is almost, sort of, not quite, ready.
With time and slow going
confidence  in my heart is growing.

For the benefit of Misses Kite,
I will sing my song tonight
with jugglers, mystics, and music fair
I will be late, but I will be there.
If she will pardon my uncertain way
she will hear me sing today.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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