Deja vu

My heart is open to the flow of song

But hears not the symphony that it requires

It surrenders to the notes that drift on the wind

And searches for the harmony deep within

Knowing not the emotions from the songs that come

But filled with their sorrow that does not belong

Each of the notes that sound the lead

Are followed by others that cannot plant the seed

Perhaps the season is too cold for growth

Lost are the chances of Spring's magic

But I feel the deja vu of an uncomfortable dance

And the staccato of a need that breaks any chance

I know that my melody spins in my heart

And waits for the words to realize its passion

Fulfilled in itself by suffering what it gained

Watching too carefully the stanza to create blame

I feel the sadness of an incomplete song

Knowing my mind plays with the rhythm

So I'll sing my own song and dance to its beat

And find within myself the love I will meet

Raven