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Time In A Bottle
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Time In A Bottle |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Do you remember that movie, love, you held me in your arms, while we watched Time In A Bottle, on that wide blue sofa of yours, upstairs, on the 2nd floor....you held me very close, while I cried. You’ve kissed me so long, I’m no longer mine, but yours Well meaning curious things become an autonomy of flavor Playing as infants while buildings quiver, forming unison with nature Why….why I would die rather yes, that’s right, rather die Then deprive you of happiness And….I’ve maintained all facade of happiness, In your heart wrenching absence Sweet breath gives me the sweetest eyes, constantly risking absurdity Damp with dewy thoughts lifts an ear of voices near Steady, as an evening star, I am lost within you Interrelationships enable “you” to better yourself What society refuses, you have granted me, repeating closer, dreams forever In amorous moods, green eyes ablaze, the eager heroine, was you! Where pure meaning gives words to recognition, knowledge Drowsy summer afternoons, what a marvel! Going a little further, truly, in nostalgia and light, So delicate, disquieting, and richly desired, I fondle a prepared fate Where colors change and eclipsed ideas, voyage bearing miracles Siren voices then had stayed, you, my fortune, foliage and brilliant fire Fortitude and spirits sprayed my thoughts, like a cat, marking his territory We, two, have found the Golden Fleece, in my heart grew magic forests Now, without you, I am the author of a written memory, oh how extremely, naïve… Innocent I was, then…your promises never quit explained themselves My grieving face turned with your hands, to face your mysterious touch Love and lust declared you the brighter side, by an echo of an ancient sense You said, the fartherest prospect of my kiss was like a call of passion and you’d Bide you final bed, dancing heedlessly, memorizing my spiritual words Entreating dear power, carved and draping over my gaping holes, Yes, that’s what you said, “for art and canvases are eternal” Now time is on my side, even though my senses are numb Self-assembly gathers in a closer land…flesh eating confusion Figured out, grinning and bold, like tarot cards factual That indulgence shall never satisfy, those stormy nights Bittersweet, the magic in that space was you and me…you and me… Yet, for the brave, there is a higher form of consciousness And I am acquainted with your affairs….. With or without you, my love, I shall have it all I perceive even the echoes of you are fading away, no… This dying dream inspires me to lock the visions in my mind Warm, sensual dreams, responding to ephemeral arms, that are no longer yours. Look at me my friend, my lover, time forgives flesh, and only Time lasts…only time….lasts |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Yet, for the brave, there is a higher form of consciousness And I am acquainted with your affairs….. With or without you, my love, I shall have it all I perceive even the echoes of you are fading away, no… This dying dream inspires me to lock the visions in my mind Warm, sensual dreams, responding to ephemeral arms, that are no longer yours. Look at me my friend, my lover, time forgives flesh, and only Time lasts…only time….lasts" Amazing once again Lee....a wonderful piece! Much enjoyed the read on this blustery cool early Autumn day. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
And time comes and goes...James |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
terrific,,,, |
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