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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Arrival By: Noah Eaton 2/19/01 I wait patiently as I search about Body on fire beneath my skin, a heart seared in desire Avulsed of dark thoughts of before, times skin shed away like that of a snake Restored with His faith, basked in scar tissue polished in hopes fire Emerging from the shadows, this lovesick soul now steps out to seek love missing before Remnants of pain bubbling into desire, yearning for love, created due to a lovelorn past Willing to run the errand of turning on hearts fire hydrant, but must be obligated to seek the one who shares my heart first Must struggle through the Indian summer that has erupted in me, hope to see an end pop up soon in my flesh and bloods almanac I go to bed at night, images of her love loosen up into my mind Into her arms I fly, embracing her in the otherworld Touching you with all the words I’ve always waited to say Turning my heart around like a pinwheel, heart beating fast, my head twirls I awaken in a light sweat, accepting the fact that it was just a dream Still I move on certain that what I’m looking for approaches me closer every time around Praying to Thee that the one who shares my heart will appear before my eyes, while dreaming on of my dream machine Keeping patient, keeping this lighter pain out of my system in enjoying life, pulling out of the roundabout And so I climb the mountains of desire, working up to the crest Levitating in the wake of faith, going all out with the joys and fun of youth Never looking down, never turning back, living up to every moment Dreaming on, never altering the words of the truth And I will always be there on the meadow of my heart, sweetheart Ready to welcome your arrival Into my heart with yours In loves magic, on the glorious day when true love unfolds |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
It will happen Noah it will happen! I like the way you describe the anticipation of the arrival......wonderful adjectives and metaphors...great writing! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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