Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Ah, yes.

I remember now.

Warmth of sun on skin.

Sweat running a race down curves.

This feeling of being alive and breathing.

This magnificence blooming inside me, growing…

I see you and I remember – I will ride out the winter’s crest.

I will survive my wounds.  I will rise up again on the waves of the wind.

Death cannot define me or dictate His agenda or rob me of  buds or strangle my hope.

I am remembering…