"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, November 19, 2010

Music Spoke Her Name

A child afraid
Of shadows
That warred
Across the ceiling
Hid in bed sheets
Crying until sleep
Rescued her

Morning brought light
But no comfort
Fear followed her
Into the sunshine

Secrets whispered
You must not tell
Dark playmates
Bullying her

Friends were few
Her giggles hollow
She cried more
Than she spoke

Full of despair
Her tiny heart trampled
She was lost
Until she heard
Music call her name

A radio her fairy godmother
It touched her soul with
Melodies magic wand
Taking her away from her pain
The darkness pushed back
Her smiles became real

Nights no longer a theater of ghosts
She sang herself to sleep
Music her night watchman
Keeping her safe as she dreamed


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