SOME THIRD STRING.

In underlying break of dawn

comes sunrise, sunset, gold time fever.

I found you at the precipice 

of yet another great change.

The life you breathed into tired bones

gave way to something all the more alive;

and I cant explain the forever feeling

in my blood that drips between my teeth.

A heavy heart meets heavy pockets

and hard is the burden of so many.

But who are you? 

You are some third string

on an instrument long since forgotten,

left on a concert hall shelf

encased in dust and broken dreams.

I found you so frail

in naked emotion,

and there you saw me

in all of my confusion.

The melody you birthed

filled every empty cylinder

that filled a heart

who lost its rhythm ages ago.

Come, let me bathe you

in a love so pristine,

we can occupy every venue

and find a home in every arena.

You are the chance I never thought I'd have.

You are the friend I've never met, yet miss.

I offer you this rhapsody and metronome,

keeping all the time between I love you's.

Author's Note

Falling in love again after being hurt so badly is hard, but, worth it, when you try.

Reviews

[willweb]

I absolutely loved this piece of writing...the depth of thought is amazing, the picture you create for the mind is stunning and the message, just so damn creative and beautiful. Really nicely done. I look forward to more from you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet. The poetry is so good. You brought me in and you held me to the last word.
"Come, let me bathe you
in a love so pristine,"
I liked the above lines. You said everything in so few words. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote