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The Beyondness of Things.
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The Beyondness of Things. |
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Windhover Member
since 2003-11-17
Posts 179UK |
The Beyondness of things... just a walk in the shadows, down the small hours, in the dead of the night. The Beyondness of things... that might be... but just could not be; just out of reaching, and just out of sight. The Beyondness of touch... The Beyondness of whispers; Beyondness of holding you safe, in my arms; Beyondness of sharing the laughter and sadness; Beyondness of breathlessly, tasting your charms. The Beyondness of watching a sunset together... Beyondness of hopes, and of dreams, we could share; Beyondness of seeing you on a spring morning, the soft sunshine pale and serene, in your hair. The Beyondness of feeling your head on my shoulder, Beyondness of tasting your lips, softly sweet... Beyondness of breathing your perfume, beside me. safe, and caressed by your gentle heartbeat. The Beyondness of things... each one... just an illusion; each illusion... an echo, of what might have been. The Beyondness of things... just a ghost in the ether, a soft requiem for those sweet, fragile dreams. The Beyondness of things... with no end... no beginning; a hauntingly beautiful, sad Rhapsody; unfinished... the promise not spoilt, by an ending; still hinting perhaps, of things that, yet... might be. The Beyondness of things... fleeting shadows of fantasy, close-held; but, quite out of reach... to my eyes. The Beyondness of things, soft misleading my heart; please... just let me dream those sweet, little white lies. The Beyondness of things... a small echo of conscience; Watchtower of the Vanities; whispering, it seems. The Beyondness of things... softly voiceless, that tells me you cannot expect all the things, you would dream. The Beyondness of things... just a shadowy echo; a regret for the losing of things, yet unknown. A whispering breeze in the meadows of heartbreak... The Beyondness of things... where such hope dies, alone. The Beyondness of things... just a walk in the shadows, down the small hours, in the dead of the night. The Beyondness of things... just the heart-thoughts, that fade into nothingness; lost in the soft, morning light. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Windhover, I opened this thinking how sad it looked with no responses - and you left me breathless. This is quite the unrecognized gem and I feel like I discovered it! I wouldn't have thought that the repetition would work as well as it did. However, you captivated me. I loved the rhyme and the structure and I felt the repeating line "The Beyondness of things..." thrum inside me as I read. Well done. You can bet that I will be back to read this one again. Alison |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, the "beyondness" of love ~ just out of reach. The yearning, in and of itself, can be bitter sweet.  Linda |
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