Tanka Prose

Nights in White Satin* 

 

It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing, or the words, a soulful declaration of love. It’s all of one piece, one compelling surge of raw, emotion. It lingers in memory, replaying at odd moments, unsettling, piercing one’s equilibrium and soul, shattering one’s peace so hard come by.

 

I play the song

knowing it disturbs and hurts

knowing and needing

      there is a solace in pain

      there is hope for acceptance        

 

* by the Moody Blues

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