Small Poems # 18
Wondrous melody beyond written time.
Brief explosions within my mind.
A place where only space exists.
The crashing of notes in a pattern.
Crying with a forgotten pain.
Wondrous wisps which call to me.
Bringing my soul with you.
Beyond the soft mellow time.
Soft calls of the spell bound night.
Musical to the rapture of the heart.
Call to memory a forgotten word.
Where only the fallen peddler rests.
copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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