Her song

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Letter from Spirit to Sherrie

Her song

she sang a song so lovely
it rang thru time and space
she sang a song of nothing
and then caressed my face

Her heart was torn in peices
but she sang her song to me.
I saw the smile of torment
and longed to set her free.

I could not be the one
to bring her peace it seemed.
For all the love in heaven
could never fill the dream

she sang of pain and lonliness,
she sang to me all night long.
She ran her fingers thru my hair
and gave to me her song.

So when i leave i think of her
residing in my mind.
I feel her touch so tenderly;
her voice I will rewind.

Her song it stays forever
inside the hell i feel.
I hear her sing of heaven
and i believe it's real.

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StandingBear commented on Her song

01-19-2011

This is a pleasant, musical work of art written so well that even your readers can easily hear *Her Song*

Artie commented on Her song

05-31-2010

There is a melody that forms when reading this well crafted piece. I really like what you've done here- 10 from me

feathershal

05/31/2010

thank you all very much. smiles.

Crush commented on Her song

04-29-2010

so soft, so so sweet, an oasis among some of the more harsh ( including my own ) poems within the site. this was a nice find.

SuSpence commented on Her song

04-29-2010

I like this lyrical piece. I take this as a commentary on how so many these days spend too much time looking for the love of thier dreams, they dont even realize when love is standing right in front of them. And no one they ever meet lives up to the love they find in thier dreams, so its almost like a self fullfilling prophecy, they are so worried they are going to be alone they forever search for the woman/man of thier dreams, but they reject all who do not meet thier high standards so they end up alone anyways.

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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