In the Saturday night concert hall
He sang a song
Or rather he cried out
To his greatest love
In those precious few minutes
He was entirely open
Filled with vulnerability
Among the essences of nirvana
He told his greatest love story
To share with me a mirror
As one might reflect in the morning
To find oneself so so utterly close
To find oneself entirely
In the beauty of the knowing
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| Christopher's Website for his Collected Works |
