We were thunder and wind you and I.
Fire and ice
embers and rain
morphine and pain
Two drops of your words in my ears and I would fly through your heart
I would wake and sleep in your mind and forget about any other world than what we had created
Together
but seas apart... mentally touching but restrained by Poseidon
I always dream of the ocean.. Of the sea over taking me
How fitting that it was our barrier
Years apart, story lost in the Cosmos....
But I kiss that flame and send it off to you...
whereever you are...
We were consumed and are now but ashes...
We are reborn ....but out of each other
Take that with you
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Fades - Spoken Word
Spoken word... If you read it … read it aloud and with feeling....
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Intense thoughts of you wash over me like a spring rain.
Our reality is now just a faded ink stained parchment
crumpled up in the back corners of our lives
I clamor to the edge and toss in a penny or two sometimes
Just waiting for the soft thoughts of you to cover me
again...
Then the darkness of it all comes back to me
The lost possibilities and insecurities that infect us surround me
And “over the pond” becomes an ocean stretching out before us
Our worlds become as sunrise and sunset, forever circling
but never embracing.
I swallow that pill, with chilling side effects, that could ware off over time
Time.
The ever present example that my thoughts are forever
connected to yours and I sometimes wonder if it is an open circuit...
But that mystery will remain, for what is left of us may be
found someday...
Because I am told that parchment seldom fades.....
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Intense thoughts of you wash over me like a spring rain.
Our reality is now just a faded ink stained parchment
crumpled up in the back corners of our lives
I clamor to the edge and toss in a penny or two sometimes
Just waiting for the soft thoughts of you to cover me
again...
Then the darkness of it all comes back to me
The lost possibilities and insecurities that infect us surround me
And “over the pond” becomes an ocean stretching out before us
Our worlds become as sunrise and sunset, forever circling
but never embracing.
I swallow that pill, with chilling side effects, that could ware off over time
Time.
The ever present example that my thoughts are forever
connected to yours and I sometimes wonder if it is an open circuit...
But that mystery will remain, for what is left of us may be
found someday...
Because I am told that parchment seldom fades.....
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