Notes

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Notes upon harmony
play on a slender thread
of wasted hopes, last words
and distant days.

Notes upon tragedy
play on dark memories
of broken vows, lost dreams
and sleepless nights.

Hours flew quickly away
as life's river sang to me.
Your voice echoed in my head,
but I couldn't hear what you said.

The terrible, swift sun
circled the sky as my face
grew long and sallow.
My eyes wearied of watching,
so I sat no more by the river.

I couldn't retrieve the past
being swept along by the flood,
far beyond my straining grasp;
so I stood up, turned away
and faced the coming dawn,
another cold and lonely day.