Our Accord
Strikes a Chord.
Mystery is history,
I’ve finally met my match,
You see, she’s so mercurial,
She’s very hard to catch.
She slips through my fingers,
Like sand falls from my hand,
We two are the musical few,
The last left in the band.
Our accord strikes a chord,
We understand each other,
It’s like a loose arrangement,
With someone or another.
When there are arrangements,
I let you make the plans,
Some fall apart from the start,
As we both play our hands.
I’m in for the long haul,
Free of expectations,
We build our relationship,
Based on strong foundations
Mystery is history,
Enigma has the edge,
Honesty is paramount,
And loyalty is our pledge.
Watching ships a sailing
Into the far blue yonder,
Working hard on attitude,
Our feet they yearn to wander.
Mystery is history,
Lives without a care,
I see you in the ether,
Here, there, and everywhere.
©
David Rudder
2023
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