Kevin East

Rookie (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

The Music Of Love

I left her at the station.
Jumping on the train.
My heart pumping pain.
Then the music of love will play.
As the world takes me away
She frantically waves
And nothing ever saves
Me from that rush,
Tears I have to swallow hard
To crush.
It is all goodbyes.
I blow a kiss,
Which hits the window
And sadly dies
At my feet.
I'll see her
When I run the film
In my head.
As moon burns over darkened street.
I dread
Her never hearing my cries.
When the curtain between us
Is drawn.
And I wait with the feathered choir
For dawn.
Then the music of love
Will play.
And I will ache
Like the moon does
To kiss a twilight bay.
I'm forever taken away
-From my sweet girl.
I write notes
For the rhythm of the night.
And mix them with a starlight swirl.
Then cast wishes
Into dancing firelight.
Like a ballerina crushed.
Or an ocarina hushed.
I watch beauty
Leave the stage.
The music of love
Will play.
Tugging the harp of my heart
In silent rage.
Hugging the morning
Like dew drops on a leaf.
Just surviving
Until brush strokes of her lips
Touch mine.
And hope.
A portrait of utter joy divine.
I cope,
The music of love
Will play.
As pain and ecstasy

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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