Somewhere Past Surreal

Somewhere Past Surreal

A Poem by Michael G. Smith
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That old famaliar song that used to belong to you and someone else

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"Our song" obsesses, somewhere past surreal
As a wayward shadow's breeze breaks free
And light enters thoughts, overtakes “without you daze”
Where, everywhere your essence spills
Drops of breaths upon my skin as pianos begin to play

 

I feel the air of specter’s dance
The ballad's passion luring ghosts from long ago
With bitter sweet melodies of elixir's tears
The drops of, "where did our forevers go?"
And lyrics start to drag me down love’s forgotten roads

 

A smokey, sultry voice accentuates simple yesteryears
Before, left unsaid words, that made you go away
I fight not to see the sunrise reflecting morning eyes
Your endless smiles, walk again beside
And mend this fragile heart, if only for today

 

Somewhere past surreal shudders with...
Awakenings by the apparition's shattering kiss
Sending the tides of song receding into a now silent mist
Where the yearning unrestrained, strives to linger on... 

Within the obsessing reminisce

© 2017 Michael G. Smith


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A soft melancholy in this, the song now only a reminder of the past. I am intrigued by the recurring concept of "somewhere past surreal..." Those moment that grab the soul and stir thoughts unbidden... Thought-provoking write, Mike.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

I used to despise when I'd be out and an old song would start playing like in a store and feelings o.. read more
Very beautiful! :) keep it up my friend

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

Thanks again Mike.
"I fight not to see the sunrise reflecting morning eyes
Your endless smiles, walk again beside
And mend this fragile heart, if only for today"

Beautiful writing, thanks for sending me this. Just my cup of tea, as us brits say!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

Okay, I'm working on a poem called Mother London. It's a mix between a fictional brit and my visit t.. read more

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Added on March 7, 2013
Last Updated on March 14, 2017
Tags: song, music, radio, love, lover, man, woman, god, alone


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