- Non-Erotic Poetry
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I hear the music
- so much more than many think
a depth greater than unending skies
as close as a rainbow
passes through falling stars
speaking to hearts and souls
in gentle symmetry
drawing and being led
to the where's of dreams
and the dream's shared lives.
I heard the music
and its echo still sounds
so softly inside
all my days
and all my ends
so quietly cry
from the beauty I touched
so briefly.
I don't dream of flying
for I fly every day
with each taken breath
I reach and touch
all the stars
and all the dreams
that ever are
and learn more than I knew
each moment before.
I make the music
that tomorrows will hear
and the echoes will sound
along the paths being made
and through it all
I became who I am...
the me that looks back
from both sides
of the soft glass
that is time.
Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
04/21/2004
- COMMENTS
YDDabout 20 years agoWonderful closing stanza!
Well set up by those preceding!
The statement:
"I make the music
that tomorrows will hear"
is particularly strong,
and the tag phrase:
:the soft glass
that is time."
Makes me want to steal that thought,
and write it sixteen different ways!
Well done, and thank you!
bluerainsabout 20 years agoa beautiful melody ...tis delightfully composed in harmony...thank you...bluerain
