Monday, April 14, 2008

Cloud

It's four in the morning and tear comes to my eye.

Bach/Wilhemlj's Air on the G String is a cloud of absolute beauty I could live on forever.

Why does it remind me so much of friends who have died over the years?

It brings ghosts to me from the shadows of my room.

It's the memory of a lost love in the soft hair of the present.

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