Recluse

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  1. Lane1777
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    losing someone after 36 yrs, its hard to find air" its hard to rise...I`m not to good at this but I try.

    Recluse

    I met someone with no hearing..
    She placed Her hand upon My guitar,
    a hand upon my throat.

    She smiled at the silly songs,
    and as I went on, steadied Her touch,
    and the music played on.
    Though sorrow floats between hand and Souls
    there is no mourning.
    She understood, as it came to and end...
    tomorrow`s ash...

    The scent only wanders in my mind
    not the halls and rooms where once prevalent...She is not there.
    but the music, the music rises.
    I felt the cool eagerness, and rhythm of Her touch
    hopelessly listening as She.. and would redeem nothing more.

    I lay flat and still upon the ground,
    in that time that was not measured or counted
    I misplaced the language, not hearing another man`s words.
    The hungry light stings paled eyes,
    and the music..the music plays on.

    "question my abilities..never my heart"

    © Copyright 2011 Vincent
     
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    freedombecki Let's go swimmin'! Supporting Member

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    That's very nice, Lane.

    Thanks for sharing.
     

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