his voice was smoke that passion stoked
from some breathless burning place
that few are doomed to know
doomed and blessed
to go
he made his spirit into songs that turned the room to hazy clouds
and stunned us into awe
but all the loving
and the longing
had made his heart too heavy
and pulled him toward the ocean with its somber melody
he simply sank
cause when you love from the depths of all the sorrow in your soul
it's never over
til it's over
and all the water washes over
til it makes him so cold
I wish I understood poetry!
ReplyDeleteIts like running an unspecified distance yesterday in an unspecified amount of time. All that matters is that he tried his best and had fun!
ReplyDeleteIt's a tribute to a young musician who drowned. But yes, mostly it's just an exercise in turning thoughts into beautiful words. And I did my best!
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