She walks the night
in blue and black satin
the spirits whispering
softly to her
Don't you hear
the amber and the agony
that pour from her mouth
with every note she sings?
Such wealth is not man made
or the by-product of rugged individualism
it is the blues call in the night
It is the lassoed
harnessed
dispossessed
secrets
of the Universe
cast forth
like a puff of magic
glitter and gold
before your very eyes
Ask the trees
where she came from
Grounded on the earth
but walking in the heavens
with a reach that can inspire
and a voice melifluous that touches
the very heart of humanity.
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