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its live music fills the universe with sounds
that never die,
each phrase recorded in the sky,
the rhythms of its song established, tried,
ever changing with the throng of youth
in newer times.

All variations on the theme,
the voice of many tongues,
a magical cacophony of utterances, written,
performed as dance,
interpreted expressions of our lives,
that out in space,
when we are gone,

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
Perhaps I should put on a blog, the inspiration for this kind of reply. Ann.
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Works beautifully as a poem hun, I really enjoyed the read I cant see anything that I would change, its lovely to read you again its been quite some time

hope your well, take care

much love Jayne-Chloe xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

free verse is supposed to take the reader on a journey. This did that. I left the the mouths of millions of people and danced in the minds of the world and I learned new steps to old dances. Then I was transported to the farthest reaches of space;where everything that has ever been said, waits for us to catch up with it. Love and hugs,~ Sir Gee

This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place


Lone star on horizons far away,
I see you here so near today,
in winters darkened sky,
you are my present company.

We wander far and wide,
and I admire your constancy, beside,
your light is dim, yet I discern your blink.

As fiery heat describes your birth;
how long it takes to reach my mother, earth,
to state a claim to timeless fame at Yule,
perform a role all nature could admire.

Adding light to myths of wonder that inspire
religions, far and wide, unwittingly you add,
subtract a peace, partaken of each member
of the human race, who in their own small way
try desperately to keep pace. 

25th November 2012.

And thsnk you Serenity of mind too. Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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