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
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.