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Once Upon A Melancholy Dream

September 7, 2014
By LifeWrite PLATINUM, Westfield, New Jersey
LifeWrite PLATINUM, Westfield, New Jersey
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On a languid summer afternoon,

I sit as the waning sun rolls by.

Six o'clock, an amber soul

seeping through Earth's veins.

Slow as molasses and as full as the sea--

a feeling like sadness in the distance is calling.

 

Gentle piano notes, torn at the seams,

echo between the walls--

and I dance

while like tears, they pour over me.

 

Must the seasons be so sentimental,

stringing memories against the sky;

I struggle to find any words that match

as the light begins to fade.

 

I picture myself tomorrow,

thinking of all that's gone,

and gazing through the window

as the waning sun rolls by.


The author's comments:

On a languid summer afternoon, I was looking out the window as the sun began to sink; it came through the window, glinting off of a vase of flowers in the dining room. My mom was playing the piano, but otherwise the house was silent, and I felt like I was in some sort of romantic vignette.


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