A poem inspired and written for the band Perkelt http://www.perkelt.com
Come away,
Come away with us
On wings of the whistle
And the haunting voice.
Come away,
Come away with us
On the guitar strummed
And those notes plucked.
Come away,
Come away with us
On myth’s fast gust
By drums so touched.
Come away,
Come away with us
On heart beats past
And magic not yet imagined.
Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016
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