you can distract
but not fill me
worldly yes
from a million miles way
can easily make me forget my day
and you sweet boy
at such a tender age
my body a harp you insist must play
but this man will take the time
wants to learn what is mine
longs to hear my song
but none can fill me
inside there is an orchestra
can you hear the strings
sweet music they are calling me
to dance
Dark Angel 
Beautiful.
Fully leaded.
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Thanks poetcolette; you’re quick! You commented while I was still fighting with the formatting on this. 🙂
😛
the fill i see comes between you and me, not between young and old… I hear your song and it sings out loud…do you still want to be called “my baby?”
Yep, haven’t givin’ up on being called “Baby”. 🙂
I hope their call is strong
I always end up dancing eventually RD.
Smiles
I take it you’re saying that you are independent and don’t require a man to make you happy, even though a man would be nice? It’s a great attitude/place to be, if you’re there. I know plenty who are not and just get very very lonely (men and women). I think we look outside too much and there is much inside ourselves. I don;t feel that loneliness either, I know exactly how you feel. Emotionally independent (tho’ it would be nice…)
At least the realization that no matter how much I love men they cannot make the empty feeling go away. I must go inside to do that.
right on, P
yep..think it’s def. that music that plays within us, that’s composed right in the center of our soul that can fill us in the end…think a man can help us to hear that music, to add to the discovery… go a bit of the path with us.. and vice versa…
I think the journey to the center of one’s soul must be a solitary one but I like the idea of rooting section.
smiles…it is first important to be able to hear your own music, before you can learn to accompany that of others…so check the boys ears to see what he hears of himself first…smiles.
Duh…. sound check. Now you tell me.
Beautiful !
Ayala just pulled you out of the spam filter, silly thing should know you!
I’ve always been too easily distracted, myself–but as long as we all end dancing, it’s all good, right? If you’re not already full, no one can do it for you.
Yep, yep.
I love the body a harp… I think a symphony is in me, too…
That would have been a nice title, “a symphony within”. 🙂
So wonderful when one is in tune to your music as well his own. Not easy to find but certainly not impossible if you’re willing to wait. Lovely piece 🙂
I like the theory…
Passionate but it was delicate at the same time. It wAS like wearing a a very Lacey lovely dress with pair chucks for a dance.
http://leah-jamielynn.typepad.com/ my post is here
I had to look up Chucks. 😛
LOL
Very pretty poem. k.
Thanks K. 🙂