Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Wind (Press)

notes of an ephemeral tune
fall ceaselessly to the ground
in an inaudible melodious cascade
a lonely forgotten elegy
You enter
Your presence swells like waves
under the sonorous stream
of consciousness
and the chords dance a ballet
of melancholy affectation
in an Impressionist swirl
onto the infinite canvas
of memory

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