The Chord

by Blood of a Lion   Nov 15, 2012


A dream is still a dream even to the one that dreamt it, and to the one who did not dream it, it does not exist.

A string breaks upon a guitar and you mend it with a new one.
Then where is a new heart for when that breaks?
Is life so cruel as to play the melody of the most beauitful and somber tune just to crumble from an astray chord?
A song may touch the heart, then why does the heart not touch another?
I know, and yet I do not.
A beating of a drum.
A ancient calling.
Why is love so constant just as your favorite song, and yet just as fleeting?
For it comes and then it goes into the wind.
But the wind did sing, if not just for a moment.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Aubrey

    Really great poem....:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Mohan

    I agree with hannah its really beautiful

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    This is really beautiful and thought provoking.

    I love the first line, very true. A dream is still nothing but a dream, no two dreams are the same... and for the person who did not dream it, it doesn't exist, they will never truly know how the dream felt and how it was almost real to you, it will be just another story to them.

    The guitar string metaphor is nice. Once a guitar string is broken, it's easily fixed... a heart is a different story. It sometimes takes years to mend, and it's always harder to move forward to play a new love song.

    Adore the last line.

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