Soothing sounds of her playing her guitar led meto her
Entering her home, her inner sanctum
She glared angrily, wondering why and how I made it to her
It was the last time I'd see her and we both knew...
So I craved this last day to see it with her through
In her bedtime attire, she played and inspired this short poetic prize "And I rise In spite of my fear inside... ...Caused by those who have burned me with their lies But there shall be no tears in my eyes No sobs or cries...because I rise... And I rise"
I wrote in a small black book...
From in which my dreams lay and from it my dreams I took
To my feet I rose as the light of day faded
And soon would turn sapphire shaded
I left her to allow her to get dressed
Taking the musician to a place she would've never guessed
A most serene of places...
Where the Moon is larger and the stars have faces
Into each other's eyes we glared
As the the passion between us burned and flared
Our lips lips embraceed as we kissed
But before the kiss could be finished
The beautiful musician vanished
Suddenly...I let out a howling cry
As the rays of the Sun blazes in my eye
Reality struck me me hard and so it seemed...
My day with the beautiful musician ...was dreamed.
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