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352 · Apr 2015
April Springs
Rachel Apr 2015
I found you in April, a lone cherry blossom
Floating on the wind as the spring smiles.
Your hands were oddly calloused,
Your fingers scarred.
You told me that you played
The violin, and I told you,
I played none.

You played Chopin on the stage
And the music was yellow, red and light.
I saw the words in your music,
And your words became mine.
I saw colors within music,
The image of spring after
The last of summer's nights.

Your favorite piece was Love's Sorrow,
A piece you played like a lullaby.
Although I couldn't understand
Mozart, Kreisler and Liebeslied,
I found meaning in every
Note that your violin cried.

Your pieces were embedded
With the deepest loneliness,
Hidden within the pitches, tone and sound.
You eyes sparkled like the light
Upon the bluest water
Every time your bow touched
The strings of your old and loved violin.
And I'd remember how you looked
So utterly beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
During that one spring night.
Inspired by Your Lie in April
316 · Mar 2015
Tides
Rachel Mar 2015
The moon shines
where the sun
has died
and the tide from
the tips of my toes
has come up
to my bare thighs.

In the cold,
I try to feel.  
In the dark,
I try to see.
But my mind
remains as blank
as the ocean
that surrounds me.

Within each second,
I drown.
The numbness
settling in,
to escape
the storm of pain
from above.

And I die,
as the calmness
of the water
swallows me up.
277 · Mar 2015
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Rachel Mar 2015
When I find myself
All alone,
I write with fervor
Reminiscing the touch,
The taste of you.

All of your smiles
In full detail.
The words you've tasted,
The shivers you've caused
Immortalized in paper.

But when you're in sight
And near my presence,
My mind blanks,
My breath hitches.
Every word about you,
Fleeing from my mind.

— The End —