Not An Exit

[Brad Rose]

 

I’m listening to music that’s played as if it were the first concert God attended.  The perfect notes compose meaning, like cells compose a body.  Sadly, our ideas of perfection are sometimes imperfect.  Love’s flame burns brightest at the source of combustion.  Outside my window, the October evening is a door that opens toward the sky’s burning room. I must remind myself that door is not an exit.

[Robert Crisman]

I'd still like to try the door...

[Paul de Denus]

I liked the 'sky's burning room'- it's not an exit I suppose, only a transition into night...and day- now you're messing with my mind- good one Brad

[Angela]

Your first sentence was quite the grabber.  Sounds like you might want to leave something.

[Brad Rose]

Thanks Gita,  Yes this one seems a little more tranquil and otherworldly than my typical ones.  I don't know why.  Maybe my morning yogurt was tainted?

Thanks for reading

[Gita]

Unusual for you and very nice.