cacheth challenged me to write a poem about my favorite piece of instrumental music on the site. This is my response.
Curled up on Christmas eve
I feel my body rise a little above the bed
Without even closing my eyes,
A cinema appears
The world is romantic again
I remember every lovely moment
That ever hit my heart at just that place
The incommunicable feeling
Of loss and beauty
Is all before me now
I struggle as if to capture it
But it is slipping through my grasp
Even now, it is going.
Gone before it’s begun.
Leaving me alone without the magic of its song
Which I somehow hoped
Would never have to end.
But that’s the way hope works, I guess
Not logically or sound
But like a stubborn child
That still believes in Santa
After seeing his parents put his gifts under the tree
I shut my eyes tight against the truth
And imagine that something greater does exist,
If only in my mind.