Whatever doors I have in my heart and soul, this song opens them, steps in and has a slow dance.
All by itself.
In the moonlight.
Enjoying and sensing the movement.
Surrendering to hope, and the faith, and the love.
Surrendering to its own rhythm and time.
And making love through seeing love, above and below.
Why is surrendering so hard?
This song belongs at a wedding, with candles in jars, and people who care.
And all the I-can't-even.
Yours truly.
M, and Neil Young.
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