The Song Poem by Maria Manias

You caught me by surprise
With your clouded hazy notes
Seeping through the crevices of hidden places
Drifting in like gauzy smoke
Until tears rose at last
From that deeply flowing spring
Whose source is in the darkest cave
Where all my losses lie
You softly prised them from me
Those visions and those dreams
Of words and smiles of eyes and warmth
I marvelled at the freshness
Of the blood you drew so easily
With the softness of your sound
Those long lost moments not gone
But with me here and now
And when you slowly drifted off
Leaving what I felt still clear
I lingered in the aftertaste
Of memories of promises
To find my soul again