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The Concert MAG

By Anonymous

   I was late for the concert, I slipped in unnoticed

And lurked in the darkness that pooled to the rear,

I let my mind wander, and eyes over faces,

The ocean of faces, sing Godly and clear ...

Each face was so human, so bound by the Earth

As to walk on her face as a daughter of Eve,

Yet living, my breath was caught cold in my breast

As my gaze fell upon a face far from the rest ...

My heart ceased its toil, my limbs froze like winter,

As yearning's fair winter set in on my soul,

Our eyes met so briefly, yet yearning had trapped me,

The winter of yearning, desire so cold.

She was a dream ... first her eyes struck me,

Mirrors set in the pools of Eden ...

Gossamer strands of angel's hair

Flow, flow, flow,

Trickle as the rivers of Paradise.

A smile so warm, a face so angelic,

Pure, untainted, a white rose

Mixed so wrongly with eleven of red

Dozens of voices poured over my soul

Like so much milk and honey ...

... But I heard only the cries of an angel.

So quick, so fleeting as the concert fell twilight,

Her delicate form glided out of the door ...

Suddenly, I felt empty ... and whole.

The man next to me asked me what I thought of

the concert ...

"She was wonderful," I whispered in reply ...

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i love this !

dancer13 GOLD said...
on Oct. 6 2010 at 7:54 pm
dancer13 GOLD, Troy, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them." ~Jane Austen

this is beautiful. keep writing!:)