Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Music

I hear the music,
the songs that we should share,
the words we would have written.

I see the envy of faces,
those who wished to be me,
those who wished to be you.

I feel this love,
intoxicating in full bloom,
but wasted.

I write my name in the stars
alone where two names
should cross.

When I hear that music
the longing stirs in my heart
and I see the empty in the distance.

1 comment:

Otin said...

I do this thing on Wednesday that I call Rhyming Wednesday, I think it is catching on but I really need more people to participate and link up! I love your Music poem, it is funny how music is so rooted in our memories, it is like a bookmark of our lives!