30 ene 2019, 10:47

The man with the harp... 

  Poesía » Del paisaje, Otra
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Cover my body with a sheets made of silk
Imagine me walking amongst the daffodils
Under  a silver moon light
Lie there and watch
Hear the wolf's howling 
Watch me coming to you and ask
 "
Shall we sleep or shall we sing
Or we shall weep for those whom are 
no longer here?
"

You said nothing, my dear. 

You took my hand and quietly said
"
I'll play for you the song you've always wanted to hear.
The man was holding his harp next to his chest and quietly his fingers the strings  embraced. He closed his eyes and played. 
"
What a beautiful song, I have never listened" - I said, "That it made me forget.. that I should let the man with the harp go away.

"Wake up, wake up!" - the man said, holding my hand. I heard his voice in my head:
"It's just a dream." 
"
What a sad dream... " - I though, 
"
Such a sad poem I wrote", 
"What a distant memory of a melody
..."

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