A troubadour at heart I was

Suddenly, it was as if someone had thrown a brick out of heaven: It landed squarely on top of my head. I knew exactly what to do. To fill the long silences with words. To reach out across the gap. To pierce hearts and minds with questions like an arrow. And yes, I have something I need to tell you. Do you remember when I told you about me being more of a troubadour than poet? But my heart was as full as the breezy outdoors blowing around me. Voices rose and fell inside my head in harmony with the wind like bricks set in the foundation of what my poetry is becoming. Troubadour, poet, or rhymester, deep in my heart, I didn't have to look far for the answer. But would rather think I had best served my purpose.

A troubadour at heart I was
Who lives somewhere from long ago
I sang for knights and brave heroes
But now I'm here out of the blue

To sing for modern times and oh
The manners that lie there within
I'll sing for what emotions be
When interspersed with me again

It somehow kind of resurrect
The troubadour at heart I was
Wherever I may time would send
In France, Britain, Filipinas!


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