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FlowBefore I fell
Life used to move
in an easy rhythm,
On the DockHush
Hush, dont speak. Instead, take my hand and close your eyes. Instead focus on your senses, especially the ones to which we pay so little attention but sometimes can reveal to us so much.
Fireworks rumble far across the waters, almost on the opposite shore. The party behind us lives on, voices melded into white noise with an occasional snatch of clarity, here and there. The waves beneath, they swell, crests break on the rocks, water surges and strikes at the wood the holds us above the current, timbers groan and murmur complaints, but hold under our unmoving weight.
Breathing can you hear it? Yours and mine. In, o
I wrote you a symphony.I wrote you a symphony,
Of us, in all our bliss,
Fashioned from soaring melody;
Throughout the staves a canon threaded,
The two-voiced motif that would go on forever
If the players so wished it.
In came that which should have been natural
Too much, too often.
(Every few days, was that supposed to be bearable?)
Formerly resolution followed, for so cadences form and progressions flow,
But harsh dissonance smothered consonance until that,
That was all that was left.
I wrote you a symphony, but now,
Now it lies discarded on my dusty shelf o
What are they?
My heart's true self being untwined,
These constant feelings never leaving me,
Remaining deep within me,
Surfacing with their own will,
That person's silhouette reappearing,
Disappearing each time I get too near.
Who is it?
The memory of that precious feeling,
I continuously search for it.
Standing on top mirror-like water,
Immobile, solid and clear,
A figure emerges slowly,
I know her,
I know her face,
Such sad clear light eyes,
Leaning on the glass-like water,
Im sure I know who she is,
I hear no sound,
But I kno