On edge
In the middle of the night
The harsh melody
Pouring from the suffering soul
The dreams of sweet sorrow
Sung true on the strings

Shrill and desperate
Cries of pain
Sung true on the strings

As the moonlight
Spills upon my face
I am haunted not by fear
But rather unattainable beauty
Sung true on the strings

Sharp breaths bite the lungs
In my uneasy slumber
The longing for love
In the middle of the night
Sung true on the strings

The hour in which
Unattainable beauty
Is attained
Sung true on the strings

Let the night never end
Let the moon and stars
Never give up their magic
And retreat from the light of the sun
Let the pale light
Of sweet midnight sorrow
Sung on the strings

Last an eternity.

11/08/2004

Author's Note: I went to a senior recital (violin) and it reminded me of this. So up it goes, even though it was up prior to my "leave of absence" :-P

Posted on 11/08/2004
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