The Playlist

I have an extensive, eclectic playlist. I'm one of those people you hate because "I like all music." Except hate songs of the KKK, thanks Dwight Schrute. And every once every blue moon, one pops up that hasn't in a long while. And I'm taken back to another time and place. Tonight, Bruce Cockburn's Isn't that What Friend are For?

"You're as loved as you were
Before the strangeness swept through
Our bodies, our houses, our streets --
When we could speak without codes
And light swirled around like
Wind-blown petals,
Our feet

I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
And I've formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
Under a loose board in the floor
And I blow across it and I send it to you
Against those moments when
The darkness blows under your door

Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?"

I wish I could write like him.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_P0eMkJHQ0&list=RDAMVMQ_P0eMkJHQ0