Return

Your time, my music, to breathe the sound of the note, every key opens the next door, the song sings your voice, closing the eyes of the noise, soothing away all the hurt, while I sit and wait for her return, farther than the height of your smile, let it vanish for just a while, dreaming for your pain, every wonder closing in, the moment, my linger, a whisper, the choice, taking her near to the end of her decisive enjoyment, Your eyes, my silence, to reach the end of its possibility, indignant at me, the muter of the sound, the shadow of the light, the wearer of my dreams, while I sit and wait for her return.

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Anonymous said…
BEAUTIFUL... DEEPLY ENCHANTINGLY BEAUTIFUL...!
April 29, 2012 at 10:53 PM
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