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| Courtesy the Sunday Muse |
All that we see or seem is but a dream
within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Perched on the edge of creativity
would I be the songs of the crows
pounding the ebony and ivory keys
for what never was, for all the heartache
and scars of lost dreams
would you listen to my grieving sonata
a journey of constantly moving emotions
it's hard to soar when your wings are torn
flying too close to the thistles and rose thorns
music of life, love and loss pass before my
bloodshot, teary eyes
Peck
PECK
PECKING apart pieces of my soul.....
Or...
would I be the songs of the mourning doves
softly breaking this spell of darkness
on wings of compassion
coo
coo
cooing
a renewed song of love and life....resting
on the bench of contentment
Perhaps..
I'd be the song of a free-bird soaring in the air of spontaneous energy...
full on, rhapsody of contrasting mood and tone, UN-tethered
a composition filled with lyrical passion
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Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read the wanderings of my mind.