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my fight, my flight...
Magic has its moment
As it gives the mundane a colourful sight
The sun makes its moment
Night after night with its alluring light
Silence creates its moment
As the thunder loses its deafening might
Music feels its moment
As each note slips in thru the glorious glide
I wait for my moment, silently
To bask in the magic of the morning sun
For the music in me has not yet died...
Photo courtesy: NikonSniper
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Stranded
Time stops, others pass by
I wait to hear the chime at dawn
The ring of unbound sweetness
But the hands are still
And moments lost
As I wait to hear the chime
They say I live in a Pegasus dream
Winged, but to fly in a desolate void
Where no spring of inspiration flows
Only dreary hollows of stillness
I see Prometheus with grey strands
As I wait to hear the chime, eagerly
I see a dark star smiling at me
A deep scar with no visibility
I am running against the stillness
Leaving my footprints in the sand
The wind rides the blue waves behind
As I long to hear the sweet chime at dawn…
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