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Epitaph
Another poem birthed in the early hours, this seems a good time for Muse to visit me - when I am most receptive to her gentle persuasions.
Epitaph - 27 Oct 10
Her voice
Quicksilver sliding
Through my mind
She touched me
Deep within
Removed my pain
But left me with a new one
I knew her
I knew I couldn't have her
The mists of time
Had already claimed her
To dance in otherwhere
A sad poem that doesn't actually refer to anyone I know personally; it was triggered by listening to lovely music sung by a beautiful woman who is no longer incarnate.
we are lucky to have
ReplyDeletesuch recordings of the past
to take us back
to bring them forth
like waves upon the sands of time
flowing forever
Thank you for your comment June
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