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Skyfyre
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since 1999-08-15
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Sitting in Michael's Lap

0 posted 1999-11-06 08:03 PM


I wander in the dark expanse of dreams,
Led only by my heart's familiar beat --
Reality unraveled at the seams,
And curled in gentle mists about my feet.

Led only by my heart's familiar beat,
An echo in the silence so profound --
And curled in gentle mists about my feet,
The silken skeins of Fate enshroud the ground.

An echo in the silence so profound:
A heart that beats in cadence to my own;
The silken skeins of Fate enshroud the ground,
Along the mystic path to the unknown.

A heart that beats in cadence to my own,
Through swirling mist and soundless darkness, calls --
Along the mystic path to the unknown
With hidden purpose do my footsteps fall.

Through swirling mist and soundless darkness, calls
A voice that whispers covenants of bliss;
With hidden purpose do my footsteps fall,
Now quickened by the promise of a kiss.

A voice that whispers covenants of bliss --
My lonely heart now burns with longing fire --
Now quickened by the promise of a kiss,
I'll find this soul -- else drown in my desire.

My lonely heart now burns with longing fire;
So close -- the sound rings louder in my ears --
I'll find this soul, else drown in my desire;
At last, a distant shadow does appear!

So close: the sound rings louder in my ears,
A beacon in this strangely silent storm;
At last, a distant shadow does appear:
My heart's most treasured secrets, given form.

A beacon in this strangely silent storm,
His smile of welcome, offer of embrace:
My heart's most treasured secrets given form,
I lift a reverent hand to touch his face.

His smile of welcome, offer of embrace --
As trembling lips unclose to breathe his name,
I lift a reverent hand to touch his face --
Which fades into the mist from whence it came.

As trembling lips unclose to breathe his name,
A mourning cry for what had never been,
Which fades into the mist from whence it came.
I now must pay the penance for my sin;

A mourning cry for what had never been;
Upon the perfect calm I did intrude --
I now must pay the penance for my sin:
Entrapped in self-inflicted solitude.

Upon the perfect calm I did intrude --
Reality unraveled at the seams --
Entrapped in self-inflicted solitude,
I wandered in the dark expanse of dreams.


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You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.


© Copyright 1999 Linda Anderson - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 1999-11-06 08:11 PM


Skyfyre this is absoulutely wonderful, I am speechless. A Masterpiece! Well done!

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Denise


stuart
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since 1999-11-05
Posts 14
Cincinnati, OH
2 posted 1999-11-06 08:37 PM


Wow! I can't even begin to express with my meager writing how good this is.

Exempletry work! Congrats!
Stuart

Martie
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since 1999-09-21
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California
3 posted 1999-11-06 08:50 PM


Yes, Yes, this IS so well done. BRAVO!
Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
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4 posted 1999-11-06 08:51 PM


I cannot think of any words to say that would do justice to this poem. Please just accept a hearty "well done" and know the feeling behind it.
Systematic Decay
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since 1999-09-15
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That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........
5 posted 1999-11-06 10:39 PM


This is simply beautiful....

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Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices.



Watcher666
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since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606

6 posted 1999-11-06 11:13 PM


This is perfect!! Loved it!

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Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you.

Munda
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since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544
The Hague, The Netherlands
7 posted 1999-11-07 04:10 AM


Wonderfull Skyfyre, wonderful !
Siofra
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State of Suspended Passion
8 posted 2001-12-11 04:44 AM


Where has such a wonderful poet and storyteller hidden herself?   This is wonderful! enjoyed!  

I am many.

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