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Rain Song (Sestina)

May 28, 2010
By RainDance BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
RainDance BRONZE, Wilmington, Delaware
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Today I packed away all my love
I put it in a box I knew would hold it well
So it wouldn’t creep into my heart again, bubbling up
Like a long forgotten spring
I bundled up my melodies, my beats and rhythms, my song
Because when you left, you took all the words.

You were always so good with words
Your voice unlocked me and gently took my love
It wove itself into the piano we played, it turned into a song
My shadow was your being, you knew me so well
The world revolved around you from rainy spring to rainy springMy heart reached to the stars for you, and it was only going up.

Don’t they always say that what comes down, must go up?
That’s not how it goes. The wrong saying, the right words.
I know this because spring can be cruel, and spring
Took you away, stole from me what I had truly loved.
The wet road deceived you well.
It's small comfort, knowing the last you heard was my voice and rain-song

I have a world of silence now, in this world of noise and song
I’m hoping to fill it up
Someday, once the tears of my mourning have wept full a well,
With the voice of another, with someone else’s words
And understand, I know it’s wrong to want new love
But I need help to move on to summer, my heart died with you in spring.

Your image, I’m sure, will appear there, next spring
When I drive past that bend and the radio is quietly playing a song,
I’ll see the ghost of the one I gave all my love.
My wishes on stars are that by then, things will be looking up.
Maybe I’ll have found someone new, to finish my melodies with words
If not to love me, then to share my pain, to treat me well.

I need to be treated well.
But I have a feeling that the rainy season will pass once more: spring,
And still I’ll be alone, my lips unkissed and wordless.
The world keeps turning without my song
The moon goes down on lonely nights, the sun comes up
And finds me still silent—without lyrics, without love.

You always knew how to choose words well,
They taught me how to love you between two rainy springs
But you didn’t finish singing, so now I have to make the words up.

The author's comments:
A sestina is a long structured poem which uses repeated ending words for each line of its seven stanzas.

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