chopin ballade 4

she comes
from the whispers in the sleeping sand
as if images half there
were caught by a photograph
on a strong air
as if an invisible golden frame
embraced the world
or was it the arms of a loving god
as if a bare anticipation soared high
like your eyes in the  middle of a smile
before the reason overcomes
oh the fabric of your music
makes my soul cry
even though you hear no tear
yet the f minor key prevails
white crushing waves
a nightingale
old human fear
you must have been there
in love
in pain
in vain?

About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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2 Responses to chopin ballade 4

  1. I have missed you!! For some reason your post only show up on my WP App instead of email?? 😦

    • elizadavies says:

      Dear Lisa,
      For some unexplained reason people do not seem to hear from me anymore and if – it is accidental – just like you say.

      It is very nice to see you face here again and thank you for your kind missing me … 🙂 Hope you are well and prospering?

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