Effect-ion

Some music needs no words- to be invoking

Like a string of slow playing violin chords

Weeping in a reverberation of perfection

Resembling my heart recalling joyous memory, with you

As well as each of those stolen moments missed out

When emptiness sat in your spot to hold my hand

And I’m unsure which those most antithetical memories

Would sing- the bittersweets of my blues now…the best

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

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