The Song
The song is ever-changing
words dispelled in random rearrangings
but the melody that plays
is the reveal of every heart in this masquerade.
Within the phrases dispersed
lay the heartbeat unrehearsed
and every rhythmic enterprise achieved
fails to fill the want and need to be believed.
Hum the cadence of the inner dance
how often do we forgo the chance
when love returns to sing love tunes
although there is no hope of its eternal loom.
Hear the measure of your long lost dream
the shouts and whispers of some silent scream
nothing lasts forever, everyone and everything slips away
until time ends, let the music of the song play.
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