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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

You Are A Song To Me
2003-06-25 - 10:30 p.m.
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YOU ARE A SONG TO ME

YOU ARE THE SONG I SING MYSELF TO SLEEP

BEAUTIFUL TO MY EARS

LOVELY TO MY HEART

SOOTHING TO MY SOUL

THE NIGHT SOUNDS WHISPER

OVER STRANDS OF SILKEN HAIR

THE NIGHT BREEZE GENTLY

KISSES CLOSED EYELIDS

AS YOUR MUSIC FLOWS OVER

MY NAKED BREASTS

THE COMFORTING WIND SHIVERS AND SIGHS

YOU ARE A SONG I SING TO ME

WHAT BECOMES OF THIS BREATH OF AIR

THAT CARESSES MY CHEEK?

DOES IT SLITHER AWAY WHILE I SLEEP?

WHERE IS THE MUSIC I HEAR IN MY HEAD?

WHERE IS THE MELODY I YEARN TO HEAR?

IS IT YOU

OR A GHOST I SEE?

FLOATING PAST MY STEAMY WINDOW

COME INSIDE AND PLAY FOR ME

SERENADE ME WITH YOUR LOVELY SONG

GIVE ME WHAT I NEED

YOU ARE A SONG TO ME

SIGHING IN MY SLEEPING EAR..

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave