Jo Lynn Ehnes
I Long - Poem by Jo Lynn Ehnes
I long for wondrous dreams from days before
when sweet seduction played upon my heart.
The music soothed like waves that brush the shore
and in my soul, enchantment's song would start.
The tender way his fingers strummed my mind
produced an aria with lulling tone.
A melody where fantasies entwined
obscured reality of life alone.
The lyrics we composed would tranquilize
as spirits waltzed to ballads in the night.
Emotions buried deep began to rise
when passion's poetry he would recite.
Two lonely souls engaged in rhythmic dance
as conscious thought was clouded by his tune.
I heard his serenade and took the chance
we'd pen a duet's score beneath the moon.
Our notes of fervent song played for a year,
but vows control this maestro's writing hand.
His choice to end our verse, my greatest fear,
destroyed romantic dreams with one command.
The music, now, has faded with the dawn;
no longer do I hear his lullaby.
The jubilance he brought is all but gone;
for his seducing songs I long....I cry.
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