Crystal windows to your soul,
perceived in waking dreams,
whisper soft within my mind.
Soothing thoughts lying
upon head and chest.
Fighting my inner self
to know the realities
of what is seen.
Just to feel...
as new life is breathed
into my weary heart.
Win or lose,
it is a struggle I will
stand for till the end.
Unheard words
play against the core of me,
like a fine tuned violin
reaching the apex of
a soloist's concerto.
Left mesmerized by what
cannot be seen,
lingering in the gusts
of tomorrow's winds;
erasing the destruction
of yesterday's storms.
I can't let go...
I won't let go
of what harbors in
the beating caverns of my life.
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You have been Hood-Winked!!
Congratulations on being ambushed by the Poetic Bandits! I truly hope this mass visitation will bring a smile to your face and a renewed confidence to your writing
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This is a wonderfully thoughtful examination of your inner self. I like the deliciously poetic phrases you have used to enhance this piece, and the use of words like 'waking dreams', 'whisper soft', 'breathed' all give rise to a feeling of inherant gentleness. You then go on to use a violin concerto as a metaphor to visualize those 'unheard words' ~ a lovely touch!
Very much enjoyed reading this poem.
Well done, and thanks so much for sharing your talent with us here on AP. 
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