A song of art

Lost Love
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She curled up there in the darkness,
In the corner where no one could see,
On edges of the tombstones,
Her heart is shattered, and it bleeds.
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Everything thing around her everchanging,
The whole world distorted and insane,
She feels that no place is safe anymore,
And it is taking a toll on her brain…
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She knew better than to come here,
She knew it would only bring pain,
Tears wither down to soil her cheek,
Her mind now lost in the love of the game…
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Her eyes try to pierce the darkness,
Terror reigns just beyond the night sky,
Her head spinning like the web of a widow,
Her heart broken and her soul contrite…
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No one can hear her screaming,
It’s mostly because no one cares,
The one she loved gone forever,
And it is more pain than she can bare…
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There was no denying she loved her,
Their souls seemed to be intertwined,
When together they didn’t even need to speak,
They could just stare into each other’s eyes…
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But all that they had is gone now,
She has only herself now to blame,
A memory sealed in the darkness,
Her head hangs down in the shame…
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It is over
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The new day is the canvas stretched
not old dried painted chips
new sap that flows through branch and twig
cock crows, rouse sleepy hens

To raise the bugle to the lips
how welcome is the smell
as the bacon starts to crisp
summoning the nights farewell

Aromas, as the dawn lights the dewy sill
a background, that is just infill
the day is poised with crayon raised,
just outlines brushed in hues of haze

Old church bell chimes, the quarter past
the minute hand, the tillers spokes that spin
eye to mind, the will to make a start
to correlate the fusion of each whim

Download the dreamcatcher's web
as you laid and rested
tossed and turned, digested
hatched and fertilized the egg

The violins, to hear its single voice
and swaying pull the bow
 standing as soloist
the lone chorister on the breakfast show

There’s a lady who’s for sure
never have wet met, but she know
blue yonder, I’m her forever more
in this journey, the heavens will show

the way to the moments of glitter
memories beyond years of Twitter
we will meet or not, does it matter?
the astral travel is always on platter!

sign’s on the wall, a songbird sings
moments for all, two she’s seems seeing
for sure, these soulmates are amazing
but just like words, they can have two meanings

words on the wall, they do disappear
moments by the mirror, she’s sincere
imprinting upon me, a love is just near
whispers in my ear, sweet words to hear!

it’s the passion, they rule the game
with its glitters, your bound by fame
alluring beauty, you know thy name
ravenous, a beautiful shrew to tame

mesmerizing, ohh.. the beauty of your eyes
tantalizing, awww... the softness of your lips
hypnotizing, dearly me... the subtle smile of your gaze
enchanting, oh yes... when your body’s locked in my squeeze

to caress your glory, a desire I do confess
to kiss you plenty, this ain’t no contest
never a moment, the intent is to distress
but passionately, your dress I will undress

hopelessly in a worldly disconnect we hold
tonguetied, your imaginary kiss warms my blood that was once cold
i always sensed that passionate fire in your soul
perhaps one day together we would combust and be whole

locked around my neck, your slender arms
wrapped around my hips, your lovely legs
pressed against my chest, yours supple breasts
infused in my heart, the stairway to your soul

As we trudge across town
drowning in a down pour
to reach the frozen sanctuary
of a cold kitchen,
we notice the intricate patterns
that pool at our feet
and listen to the rhythm  
of our chattering teeth.
 
As we storm out of the house
with our temper at full sail
canvas already torn,
We notice the cobweb  
that cantilevers the fence post,
caught electric white  
by a deep calming frost.
 
Our songs are crafted in carbon
poured out over paper, mixed
with oil, thinned and repainted,
reworded as we clear our throats
ready to sing so loud  
that the birds will stop and listen.