The Scribbler

27 February 2009

Bono sang to me

Filed under: words — The Scribbler @ 22:28
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Bono sang to me. He said my name and sang to me. My song. The song with my name. The one that follows me wherever I go. And it’s never been more beautiful.

I’ve dreamt of this encounter. Imagined it a hundred different ways in my head, but never quite this one.

In truth, he’s sung to me a thousand times. Whispered in my ear on the darkest of nights. Inspired tears and joy in equal measure.

This time it was real, live, personal, direct. And he sang to me.

That voice I know as well as my own. That voice that connects with the deepest most secret part of me. Sang to me.

I’m still asking myself  ‘did that really happen?’, knowing that it did. It really did.

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