A 1000 thoughts

Monday, December 12, 2005

Melodies of you
you're a painting with symbols deep,
symphony soft as it shifts from
dark beneath a poem that flows,
caressing my skin
all of these things you reside
and I want to flow from the pen,
bow and brush with paper and string,
and canvas tight with ink in the air,
to dust your light?
from morning to the black of night

this is my call I belong to You t
his is my call to sing the melodies of You
this is my call I can do nothing else
I can do nothing else

you're the scent of an unfound bloom
a simple tune
I only write variations to
a drink that will knock me down on the floor
a key that will unlock the door where
I hear a voice sing familiar themes
then beckons me weave notes in between a bow and a string,
a tap and glass you pour me till the day has passed.

7:20:00 PM

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