Light dancing notes all alone
Propped on a thought of who
Is tapping along the windowed avenue
Blue nights with only ghosts to answer
The telephone maps my mind to sleep
Dreams to hold her like a warm, sweet saxophone
Music plays like waves of memory on Summer's
Sighing seas~

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-08 at 02:02

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D G Moody
I liked this, the use of metaphor 'like a warm sweet saxophone'
for example.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the 5th line speaks the truth
the others bracket
create the enchanted
and enchanting atmosphere

there's something magical in the air