• Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet

"Soul of the Flute"

When one lies awake at night, say 3am or so, looking up at the ceiling without blinking long enough and thoughts tend to blend in a sort of linear reverie of squiggles and forms much like lines of poetry. Not that they make any sense, but the analogy has to do with the 3am thing. My thoughts were of a song I had been working on perfecting for my sweet woman, who bought my sacred Native Indian flute, right after we met. Smart move, that. In the ensuing decades of sharing the world we've become twin dreamers. . . .

Soul of the Flute

With the notes I espy and play

which wander from my lips

as wind to fly upon

my fingers dancing easily

to the melodies of my heart

For I feel the spell of harmony

reflecting my thoughts of love

which give it wing to symphony

conveyance on its faithful stride

from inner realms of soul

The notes of which are muse in play

come forth in easy phrase

upon expression of their own

untouched from contamination

of mind or want or need

This song I sing to all who hear

plays out each time unique

the bidding of which unknown to me

returns it's life to call

my deepest yearnings yet set free

Grant Handgis

Copyright 1997-2011


g. Michael Handgis Photography


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