Poems about Love for Valentines -2

His Trumpet

 

I heard it before I saw it.

A resounding rhythm

that sang not to the ears

just straight through the soul.

 

Harmonies mesmerising

lullabies soft, addictive;

beating at one with the heart.

It begged to theme all dreams.

.

The more I heard

the more I desired

to become the subject

of the trumpet song.

 

©Chipo Kuuya 2004

 

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