Poem – “Dried out of Notes” – Romance – 10/3/2020

To believe
In her,
Of hair never caught in a flame,
Of lips never to taste
Blood, for the state of drunkenness,
While wine is to better comfort.
Under dark curtains,
Wielding fire
By the warming mile,
Sweeping arms under her,
Singing tunes to her
Delicate ears and sorrowing heart.

For chimes are as beautiful
In wind,
That to grieving sighs,
Remind me of the leaves that fall in Autumn
Like blazing tears,
That for her smile,
I would catch them all.

Watching her,
Calling her,
Like dried notes that never run
In blackest smears
Upon the immaculate page.
For to her sadness,
I can simply write her name,
As grief takes a new step
Towards better belief.
One note,
A name written madly.

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