This familiar whistle of the summer breeze
And with it the gush of memories
I relive them all, and as I fall
Into this eternal darkness of the night
I feel at ease, almost like home,
A comfort in the absence of light
As it opens its long black wings
In silence, my solitude sings
Songs that only I know, songs that I adore
The stillness of the night seems to play
Music, more soulful than any hum of the day
And in its embrace, I weep like a child
For I find solace at least for a while
It holds all my secrets, all my fears
Without judging, with no complaints
Strokes my hair, wipes my tears
As I hold on to that tiny thread
Uncertain of what lies ahead
A series of pictures runs through my mind
A black and white album from a different time
The present, however has a lot of grey
I hold on begging it to stay
With every plead, it moves further away
The harder I grip, the more it slips
And I am left back in the arms of darkness
Yet I long for what doesn’t belong
To me…..
storyofapixiegirl said,
June 22, 2012 at 12:56 pm
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Jamie Dedes said,
June 24, 2012 at 3:44 am
I could certainly see this lovely poem set to music … and how true your closing lines are for all of us.
Well done. Poem on …