Steven Harz Music

Each night I press

my ear to your

empty pillow

as if it were a

seashell, conch or nautilus

and while your

voice used to echo

each night that we were

forever and anchored

and true

your pillow now only

provides me with the deafening

silence of distant waves

from a now vacant shore

where we once laid with

bodies and words

intertwined in the sand

drawing a map with our fingers

and charting the path

of our journey to

a world of occupied

sheets and pillows

and flesh

where we would be

forever and anchored

and true

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Please take a look at my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to”

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Songs-You-Cant-Dance-ebook/dp/B00ATQW5XK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360009180&sr=1-1

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copyright 2013 Steven Harz