To the orchestra of love
a rhythm seldom heard,
A dancer in the distant light,
a tune seldom played.
The music from angel song,
the drums of passionate feelings long since gone,
a horns bellowing sound echoing in the night,
and a dancer in the distant light.
the vibrant chorus of high pitched voices,
the lofty tunes of a string orchestra,
the booming sounds of bashing drums,
and a dancer in the distant light.
The dancer is twirling,
Spinning, jumping and kicking,
singing and moving,
the music's flow,
and yet to al around him,
there is silence,
because the music that the dancer is hearing,
Is the ever beating,
of his lovers heart,
and the feeling that they shall never part.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2007-01-06 at 22:06
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The endless music of passion
Series of fluttering beats,a rhythm seldom heard,
A dancer in the distant light,
a tune seldom played.
The music from angel song,
the drums of passionate feelings long since gone,
a horns bellowing sound echoing in the night,
and a dancer in the distant light.
the vibrant chorus of high pitched voices,
the lofty tunes of a string orchestra,
the booming sounds of bashing drums,
and a dancer in the distant light.
The dancer is twirling,
Spinning, jumping and kicking,
singing and moving,
the music's flow,
and yet to al around him,
there is silence,
because the music that the dancer is hearing,
Is the ever beating,
of his lovers heart,
and the feeling that they shall never part.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 864 times
Written on 2007-01-06 at 22:06
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