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A Stolen Season
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A Stolen Season |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon 
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is our love a stolen season? an Indian Summer of passion and fire is it just a brief respite from winter's icy chill? will the blossoms and fruit of our desire that lay so heavy upon the branches of the love we've made fade in the coming grey, storm-laden days ahead? will the warm fragrant breezes that caress our senses will they, will they even now, rip the tender spring growth between you and I, to tattered shreds with the raking fingers of it's winter twin? it aches my heart, to fear that our love will flicker and die, like the autumn sun and that the splendor of the sun-filled days will wither away in my mind and fall, drifting to the floor of my mind like some happy illusion like some forgotten season of years past a brief stint in the chambers of time where the clock had stopped where she could touch us not with her endless count as we forced back the dawn and held it captive with tears and protest unwilling for our stolen season to end we beseeched the sun to stay her rise for one more bittersweet hour while we proclaimed our unending love bound it firm with passionate kiss and earnest pledge my love, if I could, I would forswear the sun and hold high the moon in her stead if I could but keep you by my side for just a moment more "Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." --William Shakespeare |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This izz a wunnerful poem, my friend... Course, you don't write any that aren't..  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Oh Heather, how I wish I could rein in the Sun's passage against the empty sky, forstalling its aloofness for just a moment longer, that you and your love could have a bit more time....or to grant the brief second needed for a moment of respite, wherein could be found the strength to move on....but in all things, the choice lies within. Beautiful, yet bittersweet....with an interesting application and allusions to the seasons...splendid job! See ya soon, girlie...  Alicat, the Persnikitty |
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