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Lisas Lullaby
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Lisas Lullaby |
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Ethern Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 150on a plane 
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morning sunlight shining, rising from linen horizon; breaking the bonds of moonbathed bodies and lamplit lovers her smile her breath her hair, everywhere (i love the cool fresh breeze of waking and that first ray of daylight) and her voice is like the early birdsong and the day brightens with the hour laughter and hopes and dreams and promises... chapels, and books, and little white townhouses... the new growth of spring blossoms from concrete city blocks to sprinkle petals at her footsteps as she passes by in holy white gown trimmed in delicate silver lace her touch her smile her scent my flower stars of the night sky reflect dimly that twinkle in her painted eyes when the silken veil falls to the floor and passion drinks of milky smooth skin my heart beat my pulse her lullaby our song and the circle turns one more time a week of days crammed in a blink of history and buried in the blankets of a lonely bed so i lie alone on a still, quiet pillow wrestling with old dreams and waiting for sunrise |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Beautifully done Ethern. I hope your thoughts are as beautiful after sunrise as before. Enjoyed your lovely words. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Wow... Was just reading back to catch up on what I've missed while working, and I'm glad I did. This was wonderful. Lisa's lullaby could double as an anthem. Well done, Ethern. Michael |
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