Das Lied Fur Alma - With Apologies To Gustav Mahler
Dark music floods my chamber
Like a slowly rising tide
That laps against the silence
Where my fondest dreams reside.
Dark music bathes the morning
With its languid, liquid tune,
Conundrum-like concerto,
Every note a cryptic rune.
Dark music wakes me gently
From the warm embrace of sleep
And sings to me of treasures
I can have, but never keep.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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