Seasong

the rapture of a souls song plays out inside the mind as she sits quietly reading in a late fall moonlight trading the falling leaves for the keys to the kingdom of pain she scours the printed page for flaws to crow about in the dawn but she fails to see the falling tears and the raging snowstorm she feels but refuses to see all our childhood dreams lined up as toy soldiers on a battlefield of right and wrong of love and despair with one absent minded finger dancing in her hair she fumbles for the meanings in the steady rain she feels out the sentences written in summer skies the novella there in between the covers are the story she reads but its the long silence in the room between two people that shapes her fate writes her tears the rapture of souls song plays out with a beautiful melody and such heartfelt lyrics but no beautiful song lasts forever anywhere but in the heart and her song still plays for me