Trails of Melody
That sad haunt of strings and piano
Sets the mood to that blue kind of high
And suddenly I am strung in the sky
With the clouds running through me
Chilling in me the crushing lullabies
I realize how significant they can mean
Why expect anything in return?
It is what you mean to me that burns
It is what you mean to me that sails me high
I wish in that moment…when the trails of melody ring
You would just listen to the song
And know what I mean
I wish you well
May your week sail
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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