Worn smooth from use
polished and gleaming
fear dances with me
a slow waltz
all at once familiar
and strange
the bars of a tune
polished and gleaming
fear dances with me
a slow waltz
all at once familiar
and strange
the bars of a tune
being played just
out of key
desire is a demanding
master, practicing
hours past reason
on the note's surface
my heart's tone
plays like opera, mournfully
underneath...Tension builds
releasing my soul
in musical fury
out of key
desire is a demanding
master, practicing
hours past reason
on the note's surface
my heart's tone
plays like opera, mournfully
underneath...Tension builds
releasing my soul
in musical fury
I`ve just wiped my face X2!
ReplyDeleteI don`t do those things.
Do you know what I mean?...When you get stopped?
This is why you`re my favorite.
5.00 EST.
Love & prayers
V
You have described the music of my inner life in sharp detail. Another great poem, Christina.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, this is ......
ReplyDeletewe don't have the words.
Bon & Mal
Ohhh sweetie, I am holding my breath until I hear from you. So please call me when its over.
ReplyDeleteKnow that prayers and all my love surround you...
Always,
Mom
Reading your mom's comment, I got a better idea of what this is about... ((((hugs))))
ReplyDeleteI am staggered by the beauty of this poem...absolutely mesmerized.
ReplyDeleteWoo Hoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat news!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugs,
V
beautiful...simply beautiful
ReplyDeletetruly beautiful and touching
ReplyDeleteBarbara