Melody
There is a soft stillness
To this music -
There is a cool rhythm.
It is a background
For secrets shared.
When I whisper your name
I see shadows
Under your eyes.
There is a nothingness
To this song -
It drifts and stumbles on
Without direction.
When I call to you
I see the wounds of your mind
On your face.
There is a sweet hopelessness
To this melody -
A promise which
Will always be a promise
Never fulfilled.
When I speak to you
I see the growing distance
Of your hands.
There is a grand futility
In this harmony -
It soars and surges
Like an ocean -
And tears itself apart.
I call your name from the heights
And it echoes in the valley.
I call to you
And the wind carries my words away.
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