Mozart Overture - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

this is quite different from
a trance
the music that curled in my sleep
on that soft blue sofa
foam, cotton, kapok softness
on my head some notes of
a lullaby
some notes getting into
my ears and my nostrils
a deep sleep

this overture is quite different
it is the rising from this deep sleep of
foamy softness

i rise and
stretch my hands to the ceiling

i wake up and
i hear
the notes come again like
dripping morning rain
from the nipa roof
falling on
some white pebbles
on my pavement

like my tears

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

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