Her SongA Poem by Lucas GrashaShe was the start, the tried, not the end. Her
fabric woven from the world’s given threads. The
beauty, she is, such grace imprint upon
life, so dismal; humble, is her gift. A
smile started her, as her world was new, the
oceans, like her eyes, such a calming clue. Her
song she sung like the winds would blow, having
no quarrels, no problems below. One
time I grazed her, holding so tight onto
nothing, I was, but my base was her night. Such
comfort she gave in our starry skies, as
I stared deep into her ocean eyes. That
song she sung, she so played for me, her
voice would make my soul beautifully weep. We
would play her piano, her, the treble melody, mine
would play the bass as she would so sing. But
one day, I found her at the sea. She
said, “My world is falling down around me.” I
tried to comfort by holding her hand she
smiled and said, “You’ve been such a kind man.” We
traveled to our haven, where she sang for me so, her
face, pale, in the midnight glow. I
asked if she could sing her song as she had before, a
tear, she gave, and said, “I don’t remember it anymore.” © 2011 Lucas GrashaReviews
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Added on March 30, 2011Last Updated on March 30, 2011 AuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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