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Once youthful and fresh with vibrant petals scented Now dried and withered, fragile, faded, wrinkled, brittle.
He played the melody
“Sadness flies away on the wings of time.”– Jean de La Fontaine Sing to me while the fiddle weeps heartrending
Together we were a thousand tears falling in the starry universe tempting sweet flowers to bloom, and songbirds to croon
“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead” ~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason In the quiet early hours before morning blooms I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins and revel in…
A promise made lifetimes ago among the milk glass stars as music wept from clouds raining down their melody soaring among the galaxies, defying time and space
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
Dancing to an elaborate symphony playing our song of desire as we touch those tender places where the music becomes a fire.
Serve me cold champagne every day and let’s dance in pale evening’s light clinging to one another, dipping, swaying to lulling sounds of nature’s orchestral night.
Morning breeze billows portal veils Caressing my naked skin As your roughened hands tease me
singing for supper