Jason

His fingers strummed,

Aching to bring out

A soul searing melody,

And his eyes that saw

The flutter of dreams

Drooped and hovered

Over the strings and frets.

 

His heart raced

In time with the beat,

Ascending to crescendo,

While his legs simulated

The tempo,

Pumping furiously

To dash across

To the finish line

Where the heart begins

To slow down

Like the descending tempo.

The crescendo has subsided

And the race has ended.

Heart quieted

And calm descended

Like the hushed moments

After the finale!

 

 

 

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Aliyah

In some sedentary moments,

One hears  high wailing

And is awoken

To hear the little mite’s

Ear-piercing howl!

But when  she twinkle-toes

Across a stage

In  a luminous tutu

And translucent wings,

Tinker Bell herself

Will not match the magic

In her effervescent smile

And appealing grace.