Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson

Symphonic

Symphonic

This heartfelt goodbye

Discreet decrescendo

Now stuck in this pit

To the sound of the concerto

Time spinning swiftly

Final act, final scene

That long drawn-out kiss

And the rests in between

Through the slits in the measures

All the details are fine

For the joy of true love

Is the shift to half-time

To the end, pizzicato

And as soft as the skin

On the strings of our hearts

Like we'll never feel again

J Douglas Stephenson