Aria of Love
Arms are still now,
unmoved by silence;
Breath caught--
in an endless tremble.
The blue of eyes
casting shadows--
upon reels of images,
slowly rewinding;
But 'tis my ears--
that suffer so,
deprived of the melody of you;
Of the warmth,
radiating from falling notes--
that once caressed me gently,
or vaulted into octaves--
of wonder
and exhilaration.
And I was carried...
nooooo swept away--
with the joy of you;
Thus the loss of such laughter,
has rendered me stone deaf--
to the voice of beauty,
and mute
to its aria of love...
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