Salvation Blues

It’s standard practice
This give and take
Like salvation blues
Thrumming in my soul
Such a simple thing
This running away
To stand still
Lost in thoughts
Better left unsaid
Caught between the melody
And a slamming door
The fragmentary dream
Like puzzle pieces
Sliding into place
With a unique rhythm
Lost in translation
Measured for fit
A river run dry
While the rain waits
For the perfect time
To flood my soul
With sweet music.

Sam