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"Melodia"
by Jeph Johnson
joined at the mind
in another hour
and different time...
preaching to a choir
filled with doubt ,
waiting for a fire
to go out.
differing souls,
for a moment,
look the same direction;
into the stars and still see something else:
a muse to titillate and rouse the self.
Melodia's long black tresses cover
a multi-colored pale,
a sort of retro-varnished cool...
a phantom world of lunatics and fools.
Melodia signs 'lectronic mail,
wond'ring how deep and dark to go
to navigate the dark side of the moon.
I never know if love is coming soon...
for I've waited like they say,
each and every single day ,
from my head down to the polish on her toes,
I feel alive, yet wonder if I grow.
still trying to rhyme each line
with a bright enchanted shine,
displayed all day like butterflies,
I think of her tonight,
and feel afraid.
Melodia, Melodia please stay!
I cannot decide...
will she grace with kisses,
from another time and land,
my blushing cheeks
or fail to understand?
will she touch the inner-me
or spin the wheel of fate
to truly set my spirit free?
I guess I still must wait
while my musings,
one by one
dance in harmony
Melodia's another part of me
