I rise and fall in air, its sweetness filling
hopes surrounding exceptional beliefs
There’s a wind in my heart, leaping ’cross
waves, washing away unsettled rivers
Unnoticed turbulence having ensued
sincerely lost, never to be found amongst shadows
when unending days are scents of honesty,
not having known its poignant remorse,
laid upon weak limbs of crushing cacophony
from invisible forces, there is clarity
In dreams he sweeps the vast sky with
a softness of translucent angel’s wings
Sadness sprinkles its dust of morning’s dew,
risen with a grey, overcast sky, an onset of winter,
with wonder set before us
process notes: I am not depressed. This is the result of listening to “Fur Elise” by Beethoven. Beautiful music that struck a strange chord with me (quien sabe).
Pam,
Where music appreciation revolves around the classicals then you have arrived. This is beyond the contemporary and I have great admiration for music lovers like you. Any tips on where best to look for them in cyberspace? Excellent verse!
Hank
“With wonder set before us” – so appropriate for Beethoven’s music.
Music is a gift to touch our souls and certainly his music has touched yours. I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. I love that you write with such passion and truly put your heart into every word. Thank You! http://reneejustturtleflight.wordpress.com
Interesting that you think someone might think you are depressed. I did not receive that impression, but rather that your speaker brings up things of sadness, all of which are swept away. The majority of your words are soft, with positive connotations, so that the onset of winter, whether literal or metaphorical, becomes a thing to forward to.
margo
Thanks for the comments. Margo, as always thanks for the prompts. It is anything but, winter here this year 🙂