Pages From a Forgotten Song
In secrecy we would meetAnd now in silence I grieve
Fingering the smooth white keys
To your spirit I long to cleave
Your name burns upon my lips
A mark you've left with your kiss
Grows colder with each tune played
Hurtles into dark abyss
Gentle leaves of autumn fall
Brush aside cobwebs of old
Upon the pages of our song
Precious words they do enfold
I wait the closing of the day
And mourn with tears that cannot fall
Embrace the tune to which we danced
That held our hearts and did enthral.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 17:53
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