MUSIC by Charles Baudelaire
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven’s infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
Everything I Never Told You 
Music is a powerful thing. Listening to you sing is one of my favorite things. 🙂 Love.
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Thank you. You are very sweet. I am working on your birthday poem. You are going to have to up your angst game. haha. Lots of love.
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Thanks for your compliment, Tosha. I look forward to the poem. I’ll get Snarky Niles to help me with the angst.
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