You Are My SongA Poem by The Winter GreyTo the whisper and the thunder, the moon and its shadow, the moment and the lifetime.It started with a single note, A stalled conversation. A vague consolation. The moment passed, nothing to hold. An unsurprising feat. A single, silent beat.
Then upon that note, a chord was built. A second glance exchanged. A hope, gently restrained. Your eyes flicker, then watch me wilt. An impulse to reach out. To touch the lilting sound.
Verse by verse, the bass drum kicks in. Sweet laughter and leaning. Both searching for meaning. Cue the piano, the violins. Our unspoken passion. Both burning for action.
Aching as the echoes clash and climb. Dreaming in ocher. Moving ever closer. I long to choose, but is the choice mine? Fear is compliance. Love is defiance.
What profits a song without a crescendo? The heavenly wall of sound. Comes crashing to the ground. It builds and builds and finally breaks us both. I have known all along. That you are my song. © 2011 The Winter GreyAuthor's Note
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Added on December 22, 2011Last Updated on December 22, 2011 AuthorThe Winter GreyCoffeevilleAboutName: Dalton Lee Marks Age: Unknown Height: Quite short. Weight: Quite light. Hair: Black, curly, too long for its own good. Eyes: Light blue, encircled by a halo of darker blue. Rel.. more..Writing
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