With

With infinite patience
  one song had been composed
    yet was never performed
      nor recorded
        nor heard

Within finite heartbeats
  two dancers choreographed dreams
    yet were never shared
      nor believed
        nor realized

With outstretched passions
  two hearts astonished their muses
    yet were never illuminated
      nor reflected
        nor mourned

Without stretched heartbeats
  no poem would have ever been authored
    would have ever have been printed
      would have ever been spoken aloud
        would have ever been shared

within each without
  heartbeats echo but once
    throughout abandoned concert halls
      with disconsolate muses
        as solitary audience members

silent witnesses…..
 from
   opposite
     balcony
       seats

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4 thoughts on “With

  1. rita kowats says:

    Much to reflect on. Thank you. I especially like, “within each without
    heartbeats echo…”

  2. Em says:

    Excellent! Oh, I can’t wait to read more of your poetry.

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