by Uriel Tovar

The wind talks of nothing
But the essence of your hair
Tumbled in my thoughts

Feelings flow
Slicing through these notes
Softly touched
By fingers.

Do -- you
Name of this song?

Listen close
Will tell
All you need to know.

Forward thoughts
March steadily to you
Holding close
--I'm falling now.

Grab my hand
Before the notes turn sour
The 6th measure is
The final one.


Posted on 12/04/2004
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 12/05/04 at 12:34 AM

Very lovely poem. =)

Posted by Alicia Vann on 12/05/04 at 08:18 AM

I echo the sentiments, lovely. I need to find that place where I can write lovely poems again. I miss it. I enjoyed this.

Posted by Shonda Creemer on 12/08/04 at 01:01 AM

It is really tender, but kinda melancholy. I love it.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/08/04 at 10:38 PM

There is some kind of gentle sadness to this piece, very effective for the reader.

Posted by Ava Blu on 12/09/04 at 05:09 AM

This is my favorite of yours. It is a bit sad though. I would love to know the inspiration behind it! =)

Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 12/15/04 at 08:41 PM

So soft and wiltingly nostalgic. Suits my mood today too.

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