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lucidwaking Apr 2021
You play my heart like a harpsichord,
Making me feel things that
I never wanted to feel.

They say that you're a player,
But I'd have to disagree.
I have a sneaking suspicion that
You're actually a puppeteer,
Because I can't move my limbs
When you're not around.

C, c, d -
Clair de Lune in C minor.
Otherwise known as the sound of
The buffoon shedding tears.
When the moonlight comes, I ponder.
Only then, in that moment, do I doubt.

Are your glass eyes empty?
I thought for sure that they sparkled with light.
But even if that was my mind's reflection
I still want you.
I am open to critiques! Thanks
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
β—¦β€’β˜½βœΆβ˜Ύβ€’β—¦
Against the black of the sky, her ******* lay
Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
Rose lips part in joy as the seas in her eyes play
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin

β—¦β€’β˜½βœΆβ˜Ύβ€’β—¦

Stars swirl and twirl about the poetry of her snow-skin
As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
On her heart of palms, her light has a shadowed twin
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore

β—¦β€’β˜½βœΆβ˜Ύβ€’β—¦

As she bathes herself in a Milky Way's core
Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
A musk rose-scented beauty which she does all she can to ignore
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start

β—¦β€’β˜½βœΆβ˜Ύβ€’β—¦

Starlight whispers lullabies to still her fearful heart
Her locks a weeping rose willow over a mystic lagoon
With eyes downcast, she knew that she was broken from the very start
We may not see but we sense her pain, the light of the very moon

β—¦β€’β˜½βœΆβ˜Ύβ€’β—¦
One of those days but what can you do?
It's strange how a piece of music can perfectly capture your feelings without words. Clair De Lune just suddenly played and I was just...surprised.
As if the universe knew how I was feeling. I always appreciated such beautiful piano pieces but this, in my current state of mind, made me love it's beauty all the more.

I just wrote this pantoum poem as it played...
I'm still extending my list so hopefully, I will start them up real soon too!
Thanks so much, everyone.
Please stay safe and well!
Be back soon!
Much love,
Lyn ***

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