It comes close but it hides itself, to me it's seen, unravelling as it goes, things getting clearer as it moves into the light. Follow it I will and see where it leads.
For some reason a tune keeps replaying in my head, it's not an uncommon ode, probably the worlds most sung song but quite why it now holds such resonance, I know not but it keep on replaying, telling a story. It's been there a while and at this time it's a mystery for me, I hear it of old and I hear it sung with the fresh cords of dawn.
Happy birthday? A stitch to be picked up? A clue? Um...Agatha Christie get your hat and get the attention of those in charge!
For some reason a tune keeps replaying in my head, it's not an uncommon ode, probably the worlds most sung song but quite why it now holds such resonance, I know not but it keep on replaying, telling a story. It's been there a while and at this time it's a mystery for me, I hear it of old and I hear it sung with the fresh cords of dawn.
Happy birthday? A stitch to be picked up? A clue? Um...Agatha Christie get your hat and get the attention of those in charge!
