melodies

melodies

Two hours
After midnight
Two seasons
After springtime -
And love
Sleeps again..

Piano man
Digs within
My soul -
His notes
Seem to peel
My life apart.

Eyes too red
To see
The rigor
That winter brings
To a mind clouded
With tears.

Piano man
Nods his smile Ė
And plays on
melodies
That suffer
My clouded soul.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-09-12 at 07:05

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey this is really very good. Speaks to me of melancholy for the pending winter of the mind. Enjoyed the read. Thanks and bookmarked.
2007-10-20