Her day it dawns as mine retires
And mine begins as her's expires
Combined our waking hours involve
The span for Earth to once revolve
Our passions, thoughts, ambitions, fears
Shared in opposing hemispheres
Of music, life and love she raves
Transmitted by the cyber waves
Her welcome words that flee by night
From server, bounced by satellite
I know her by her words alone
No human form or vocal tone
No touch, no smell nor other sense
To aid a knowing more intense
No pen or paper possible
No medium real and tangible
A missive sent by hand unseen
To form as words upon my screen
But poor procedure to reflect
The truth and scope of intellect
New perceiving she empowers
Amongst her music, books and flowers
The passion, beauty, soaring chords
That speaks in richer tones than words
A symphony, the fourth by Mahler
Dramatic, moving, melodic gala!
In turn I share a work divine
Enigma variation nine
So share we two Life's cultural feasts
The plodding the bull and king of beasts!
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Author:
Classicmister (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2017 09:37
- Comment from author about the poem: The final line refers to the star signs of the two cyberfriends ... Taurus and Leo
- Category: Friendship
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Comments2
A fine build up to the scene of two sharing cyber-space- - no need of seeing or touching when ears are attuned to good music. A good read.
In days of yore there were pen friends or penpals they were termed. Some of whom became cyberfriends as technologies became commonplace. Makes one wonder when holographic and cyborg-proxying shall begin as a normal day to day thing. In it all, the sharing and the caring are staple exchanges that have been so through out the ages. Thanks for having shared (back in 2017). /Rik.
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