she dreamed the same dream night after night~We are an orchestra of one, we are a majesty unveiling, we are newly born lovers, christening one another with mouths and hands and seeking tongues. We are everything and nothing~ Night is falling. night is falling. and I am drowning. in your arms. I am safe again. I am safe again. You surface me, and cling to me, night is falling and I am in my place again. above you, beneath you, wherever it pleases you so... oh my love, I am home again. My heart has been reborn again. the night is falling. and so am I . Falling for you ( into you, above you, through you). night is falling. night is falling. and so am i. so am i. always for you. for you.

blustarswendy3

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2002-01-08 - 10:28 a.m.

dear you,

and yes, you know who you are, but alas, do you know me?

You leave prettiness outside my window, but why must you fill me with so much uncertainty? What would it take for you to love me, not just to love the pet like idea of me, but the gritty flawed whimsy that is me?

How many people have asked this very same question? millions I imagine. Love is so mysterious, and always just b a r e l y out of reach.

I love/d you, this is my shame, my continual downfall, my consuming weakness. I am filled with self loathing, for loving you. This defeats the entire purpose of love. Love has * not * set me free. It has chained me in the bondage of unrelenting longings. Where has my dignity gone?

It seems so far beyond my control, and I resent that. I hate surrendering so much for so little, I am folded into too many little pockets of empty.

Everything I wish to say to you, has already been said in someone else's rhyme or verse, and yet it is the echo of the unspoken between you and me, that constantly drips through my head.

I find myself caught between too late and too soon.

Nothing will ever bring back the colour of your eyes, reflected inside the flashing green of mine.

There was a place, a space, for silence, somewhere between to late and too soon.

find me there, oh please find me there.

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