Monday, July 18, 2011

It Was Like

It was like when
A violin player,
A fiddler,
A Ukulele player
Plucked that one string,
That one note
Over and over and
Over,
Rising you higher
To some unknown plane.

Then stops,
Leaving you suspended
And just as you fall,
The orchestra,
The band,
The social gathering
Starts playing
And it doesn’t matter
If it is a whole new melody
Or the same melody
They were playing before.

In that moment
The melody is beautiful,
Extraordinary,
Divine.
And when the song ends,
There is no sadness,
Remorse,
Unhappiness,
Just the sweet sense of
Contentment
Because you have been moved,
Touched,
Left sated.

Being with you
Was like that.

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