"If Music be the food of Love, Play on!" -- Wm. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Acceptance (H), by Choral Responses 2009
Pain glides over her skin like sea-birds on the breeze. Sorrow falls from her eyes like drops of cleansing rain. Love eludes her searching grasp like fading light of a setting sun. She draws me to her like a bird to the budding blossom. Pain touches my inner being as I realize I cannot save her.