What do I sing to you today, through notes, chords, blotting pens
These unstated words and lost chords I find
The chords that did us bind and fastened the strings of our life
Through rain and shower and summer suns, we walked together under a thousand suns
Remember the day? When we first saw our reflections on the moon
How we sang the same John Denver number on that hot summer noon
Seeking peace on a northern chilly night, a busy arena with bobbing heads
Our asides on the musical kid who brought warm strings into your life
Do you remember our secret language during rehearsals?
And the exactitude with which it set itself on our creations
Today we breathe in separate spheres and we think different thoughts
Though words still return, to weave our thoughts in equal spaces
On threatening looking rainy days mother earth weeps
For me, in writing I find a solace, that puts my worries for you to rest
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A piece that put me into an array of questions.
I do not remember confiding in you....
@black cloud: I remember we spent some time by ourselves and this poetry ties those pieces of memory together. btw, er.. did you like it?
well yeah quite a nicely written piece.
It being a piece bout you and me, was something i could not make out at the first instance.
thanks black cloud!
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