With his song playing softlyA Poem by MagdelenaI so love violins...He comes in the darkest of nights
Through the deep wildness of the woods
His song playing softly
Oh how long I have searched for this soft sound drifting on by
That haunting music that so calls to my soul, my heart.
Oh the pain it calls.
I close my eyes to the waves of music floating towards me
All around me
Swaying, I feel its soft melody bringing me closer,
to the sweetness that plays
Upon ears of pleasure, soft and surreal
I feel its magic engulf me deep within.
'Oh love' I whisper softly to the breeze that passes..
"Hear me', I whimper sadly
My heart feels such pain, yet such love.
For never have I wanted such so badly
Then to find the one who holds the key to my soul
My heart of all hearts.
My very being like none other before..
'Oh, yes!' I sigh, yearning for his touch.
I move quietly, towards the soft sounds of love
My hope, need, for in dreams,
I have seen him.. Felt him.
His lips upon mine so soft, sweet, gentle.
'Oh my love..' Tears fall slowly
His song playing softly for my ears alone..
No other, for this I hold true. Deep inside..
Then.....
He looks up... Eyes dark as the night..
He gently smiles.. Then moves slowly
His hands still playing
For me... To me... His eyes tender, for he feels the same
His eyes holds the same look of passion.
Just as mine... Yes... Just as mine..
In dreams he comes. His song playing softly across the woods.
Calling me..
Then we are near, our bodies so close that I could see his heart beat.
In echo to my own.
Slowly he moves... His hand holding forth his violin towards me.
Then I am holding it.
Eyes closed I begin to play. His song
Softly I play into the night, my body moving gently.
Oh so gracefully toward its delight, for none other have I felt
We are one, he and I.
Together now, and as his lips move towards me,
I feel his soft touch.
Yes in dreams he comes
My true one calling out to me softly.
In the darkness of the night
My heart, soul, all I am within
This man upon the very wind
And the sweetest of sounds.
For he comes to me every night
Like a dream of so long, written upon the wind.
He shall come to me... It says..
With his song softly playing..
Title of song... "Sad Violin" By Thao Nguyen Xanh. © 2011 MagdelenaFeatured Review
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Added on November 30, 2009Last Updated on January 11, 2011 Tags: Romance Previous Versions AuthorMagdelenaCharlotte, NCAboutHello to all; Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..Writing
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