by Soldier of love

Created on: November 17, 2009

A dark sorrow, my world has become night

Torn strings of a puppet that no longer dances

Silence, like a tomb, no whisper of sound betrays me.

Still..cold..a frozen wasteland without substance or meaning.

Dawn.. a soft flicker of joy begins anew

A soft tug at cords that once were cleft

A slowly rising drum beat rumbles out

Movement... warmth... the sun-shines

The blazing noon-day sun.. euphoria is mine

A hard pull the puppet dances once again

Staccato machine-gun drums of joy

Rhythm... harmony... love at last

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