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icebox
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since 2003-05-03
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in the shadows

0 posted 2005-03-16 09:55 PM



There are times when I remember,
life is clear
and thoughts run free,
other times I am encumbered
by the cost of keeping up
another’s soft reality.

I awoke for one brief moment,
alive in the knowing
who and why and when I am,
my soul remembered dancing  freely
without the pains or chains of age
on lilting strains and airs of memory,
with scents that linger softly
in a mind that had recovered
thoughts of freedom and design.

I realized in time
that tears of joy may taste as bitter
as the darkest tears of rage,
within me I acknowledged
scribbled answers
marked within a note of wishes
upon a torn out page;

to know your light has brought a clarity,
a path to simple answers,
truth’s catalyst for lies,
where thoughts before only existed
in my tired desperate dreams,
I turned there and in that moment
understood a masterpiece of sunsets
had paled before your eyes.

©2005 by icebox

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Earth Angel
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Realms of Light
1 posted 2005-03-16 10:05 PM


Many notable lines in this stirring poem that stir memories of my Celtic past. A wondrous write, Dear Box of Ice.

Love & Light,
EA

iliana
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2 posted 2005-03-16 11:58 PM


I was struck immediately by the first stanza, and it just kept getting better.  Much enjoyed.   ....jo
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Gaia
3 posted 2005-03-17 12:08 PM


"I realized in time
that tears of joy may taste as bitter
as the darkest tears of rage"

tasting this, and feeling it, in my own way
that last stanza whispers to me

Dark Angel
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4 posted 2005-03-17 05:25 AM


a masterpiece of sunsets
had paled before your eyes


Oh Wow!

a masterpiece of sunsets

oh man...

how I wish I had written that

a heavily guarded

Maree    

p.s I read this 3 times, twice out loud and how beautiful it sounds.



and i knew in the crystalline knowledge of you
~Buckingham/Nicks

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