inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis
since 11-19-2002
Posts 7522
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0 posted 03-05-2003 11:32 PM
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how long the wait,
to hold again,
if only for a while,
to sweetly tuck into memory
for safekeeping,
to call upon, some empty winter night,
when all alone and self absorbed,
alienation by choice,
as of late,desperately seeking
more time on her own,
despite the warmth of heart and home,
just needing a thread to hang onto,
to weave a bit of dreaming
into this unfulfilled heart,
spring comes with the next moon,
blossoms will appear,
soothing aching limbs,
welcoming back home
both sleeping flower and song,
if only to sit upon them for a little while,
the season shortly consummated, in a blink,
over too soon after reaching peak,
vanishing along with those that came before,
sadness surrounds the bud on the rose,
visualizing its birth, lamenting its death,
concurrently,
before its first petals even fully open,
watching my seeds
grow in front of my eyes,
still cannot surmise,
how they've come from cradle,
to standing eye to eye with me,
right here and now,
i feel the whispering of love again,
hesitant to let it touch down,
fearing its final chapters
before the story even begins,
i gather up rose petals to soften my fall
[This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (03-06-2003 10:35 PM).]
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