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Color Of My Love
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Color Of My Love |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Color Of My Love By: Noah Eaton In the middle of the quiet evening, when I am sound-asleep My dream girl comes to me in the dreaming I can hear her sing her melodious serenade to me Oh, how I love her so… I was sitting in a meadow in the mountains near a lake In the midst of a lonely and quiet cloudy day Birdwatching and forming shadows upon the front range Casting them like fantoccini, showering the valley with immaculate comfort haze That’s when I start to feel a soothing zephyr touch me in a most lovely way It wraps around my neck, sweetheart’s scarf has met me today Silky lucent light shines down on me, and I look up to see A fare-thee-well Solomons Seal in the sky, painted with my lovers face smiling down at me She said she could see through my heart, and could see that she was in my heart And I looked up at the superstar and saw me deep in her heaven eyes And she started to sing her serenade to me, as I joyfully sung along with her All the love, all the music in the air, it sweeps me on my feet and I sway with delight and rise Red, yellow, and blue lights scintillate from the star, overshadowing the gray Soft, warm rays shine down in front of me, a beautiful colorful smoke erupts before me It clears out, and standing before me with a bright smile and her hand over her heart It was her, the love I’ve been yearning for, I felt most alive and merry She walks up to me gracefully, and I reach out and we hold hands together And she says, “In the healing of the blue summer rain, To the titanic afterglow of the yellow sun, To the red fire one enlightens to light up the night That one has seen alone for all this time Let me share my love with you, let us paint all the colors together Together we will see so much more With our love so pure as gold With our hands held together, I reach out to embrace my love’s lips The colors of our hearts begin to bleed together, red, yellow, and blue Making orange, green, and purple, throughout both of our souls Which bleed together again, giving birth to every color Every breath, every sigh, I could see so much more every time The colors of my love had weaved together with me I awaken from the phenomenon, and see that the colors had vanished But I feel great knowing that someday, me and my love will see all these colors…together…forever and ever Copyright 2000 Noah Eaton 11/4/00 |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
It wraps around my neck, sweetheart’s scarf has met me today loved that thought Noah..well you certainly do paint a beautiful promise of tomorrow ~S~ ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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