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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa 
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MY ALL November 1992 You are the birth of dawn colours splashed across my eager sky, that thrill my waking and invite me to another day. You are my early mornings of wet grass, bus stops, bird calls, and the pulse of man, machine and time in motion. You are my golden afternoons of unhurried sunshine, feeding ducks, holding hands and watching busy weavers and darting swallows. You are my quiet evenings of silver moonshine, snow-tipped waves, shared thoughts, quiet moments and the crisp, cool crunch of beachsand underfoot. You are my long, black velvet nights of star-sprinkled skies, darting bats, grey shapes of pot plants and sensual breezes on hot skin. You have taught my soul to taste the wind, to float, to dive, to fight, to win, to hover, to acquiesce. You have warmed my smile and filled out the hollows of my face. You have given shape to my dreams and shared your own with me. You have dissolved my confusion and are my solution. You have penetrated my being and known me in every way imaginable, and understood and liked what you have found. You have accepted my love and allowed me to lavish it upon you. You have welcomed and appreciated it in a way that I need you to. You are the pillow beneath my headache, the haven when I can no more, the fountain for my thirst and the honey for my hunger. You have invited me into your life and allowed my pride in your successes and my pain in your troubles. You have joined me in my nature walk and listened and watched and noticed all with me. You have heightened my ecstasies and washed away my fears. You have destroyed my passion for Solitude and replaced it with my passion for You. You have given me your love and we have met in body, mind and soul. I admire your strengths but want to protect you most when you are vulnerable - and always, but especially then, I can no more hurt you in the smallest way, than I can hack off my arms and legs with a blunt butter knife. You are my light, my colour, my optimism, my free spirit, the sea air in my nostrils, the salt on my tongue, the breeze on my back, the water lapping at my feet, the gulls calling and wheeling above me in the sky. You are real. You are everything to me. You are my man. - Owl |
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curiouse Member
since 2006-03-21
Posts 277england |
love it fantastic write... i love it again oh thankyou do much for writing this, you have drawn a smile on my face.. curiouse |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love that last verse especially! |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Fantastic Owl! I love every word! Some kinda wonderful! :-) |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Lucky guy!! Love this. JL  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"You are the pillow beneath my headache, the haven when I can no more, the fountain for my thirst and the honey for my hunger." Oh, yes, this is a work of art. Compelling. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you curiouse, and giggles because I can't draw! I'm glad it made you happy, though. Thank you passing shadows. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, Steve. I love that phrase (some kinda wonderful) - may I use it from time to time too? Thank you Kate. You always make me feel appreciated. - Owl Thanks, JL! He isn't lucky any more! He was for 3 years, but then there were 2 poems that tell a different story - I don't know whether I have posted them here yet. One was called Alienation and the other is called Goodbye. |
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