A Musical Pastime
by Sophia Rivera
I clung to you in the darkest of times.
My warm blanket in the coldest of nights.
To be with you is the perfect pastime
And brings my heart to the greatest of heights.
Every beat I hear from you sounds quite new,
But in my heart, it is like an old tune.
So sweet are you painted in a pink hue.
Loud are the words that send me to the moon.
My body spins with and twists with such glory.
Feet tap on the ground and fingers rattle
Against the wood of my desk with story.
I float away from the messy battle
Called life. I come down from this lucid
Flight, down from the sweet wings of my music.