Treasure Island

Iris Rain


It is empty
I hear

The sound we love
Your music
playing in the soft, fragrant night

I used to hear the sound
knowing you were
just there
right there

Across the distance
in the night
I hear
the sound of your heartstring
in the melody
weaving in and out of the cold balcony
I used to couch under
listening to you
our heartstrings

Where is the sound today?
The silence is oppressing
the air is too still

On the cold, stony balcony
the moonlight casting shadow
of our bygone melody

Silence, heartbreak, empty nights

The sound of your heartstring
the music in the night
so vivid in my memories
so silent in the air tonight

the soft, still, silent, empty nights

Submitted: Saturday, June 19, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 19, 2010

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  • Craig Mize (6/19/2010 9:53:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem I really loved this part
    'The sound of your heartstring
    the music in the night
    so vivid in my memories
    so silent in the air tonight' (Report) Reply

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