IN THE ARMS OF A GRACEFUL MUSIC

 

I’m telling you man, like I am Dean,

I was taken into a world of vision;

I met the Spirit of Music;

I ascended the pearlescent stair...

I would say the vision was perplexing

and pertained to the end of war, the healing

of the soul of the world, as if that were a child’s

jigsaw puzzle laid out on the floor...

Whatever it is in imagistic terms

it seemed healed in the peace.

I floated away, drifted to bliss,

in the arms of a graceful music, secure.

I needed to, so low I was before.

So it shows that when you are at

your wit’s end you may find an open door.