a song for the lady...


Violin

Heart full of strings
Soul full of finer things
She plays me as the crowd stares
And the people separate into pairs
Fingers twine and eyes swim together
Heavy hearts turn light as feathers
She runs her fingers on my soul....

Even devils shed tears when she plays me
She saws me nightly but doesnt dare slay me
She makes me sing of the love we share
I cry when she cant, it makes it easier to bear
I serenade the night as her fingers leap
Together we sing the mountains to sleep
She runs her fingers on my soul....

Back in the case, I wait for her to come again
No need for illusions, her hair comes undone again
We lie together in the bleached moonlight
She picks me up and we begin the fight
Once more versus darkness and the world that binds us
Music is savior, the angel that finds us
She runs her fingers on my soul....




Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 15:17

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broken wings
a lovely poem about how even a object can even seem to have a soul that touches those near it
2007-03-12