Wednesday, 27 October 2010

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.


2 comments:

  1. we are lucky to have
    such recordings of the past
    to take us back
    to bring them forth
    like waves upon the sands of time
    flowing forever

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  2. Thank you for your comment June

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