Cinematic Piano Theme (with Poetry)

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Her eye Her eyes, the sea at dusk Sun curl golden hair Radiant creator of life Every turn, a procession Fair summer beauty Silky bird limbs and legs Comic design, arduous life She resides implanted, rooted In my very existence After the morrow, she will fly Alone to her abode North, in the heavens Where she first faced the sun Chased the birds, laughed and sobbed As the psychic feels a presence I would like to feel her past Taste her food, and love those that gave her life Her eyes, the blue Mediterranean With a phosphorous glow Her hair, fine oriental silk Drawn over her neck to one side Like the curtains in the theatre Drawn across a column Before gallant presentation Her lips, a field of berries Flattering in the summer wind Making love to the tune of a light, warm heart Playing Final Fantasy 7, was it, on the Playstation? Her fancy, films and their production As music, I concur I wonder what she reads and what brings muse to her Heart? Perhaps it's T.S. Elliot or Edgar Allan Poe, to start And an old dumb joke that a father's daughter would take to heart Perhaps she has fallen to the fears and frustrations of Modern love I think not! Her Celtic bark speaks of a superfluous power And the feminine strength one can only find in flowers of the jungle If I am mistaken Let my words crumble And I will remain As always, humble ---------- Prenatal Familiarities Devotion is focusing on the sound in every action Life is rhythm, and its fluidity is dependent on the Tempo In harmonies we find unity in diversity In harmonies we find prenatal familiarities Our true voice is our true color, character The consensus is a misguided body of census information Though the tides seem to be slowly turning In organizing true resistance to globalistic economic Totalitarianism It might be too late to save man's night Remember the child of innocence resides in the cool Gardens