Tuneless World by LinzAy

The trees dance.
Swaying to a hidden tune.
Time standing still.
Guided only by the light of the moon.
Can I join in on their dance? I wonder.
Hear the music they adore.
Or will I remain stuck here in this tuneless world...
Lost in time that is no more.
My fingers run along their branches.
As my feet stumble upon the earth.
A silent breeze disturbs my hair.
How much of this torture must I endure?
I envision myself collapsing.
Reluctantly giving in to what doesn't remain.
And suddenly their branches pull me in.
After this torture nothing will ever be the same.

Colin (69.157.21.2) -- Monday, April 20 2009, 02:57 am

An evocative title!
An evocative title - and the content of this poem is remarkable in its prose and content!
THESE ARE THE HIGH STANDARDS THAT I MUST REACH AS A WRITER because I'VE ALREADY enjoyed them as a reader!

LinzAy (71.43.163.82) -- Monday, May 25 2009, 04:21 pm

Colin
I JUST saw your comment....and it's soo nice! Thanks a bunch Colin :)

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