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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2002-01-17 - 6:52 p.m.

on the day,

you went away,

all the tiny daffodils

hung themselves

in the lavender strewn

field,

where

we used to ~lay~

Their delicate shattered faces

an upside down bell

gone to silent places

and tolling, with

heartbroken sadness

for all the ways,

that we will never

again

play~

*

and the petals

fell weeping

carpeting the windowsill

outiside my room

all yellow

filled gloom

as I,

lay sleeping

the old oak tree

curved protectively

next to the willow tree,

weeping.

*

Summer blazed

baking everything dry

and, yet, still I remained

shattered and sleeping

along came the crisp breeze of fall,

to scatter

and claim,

the seeds, all

snug

beneath

mahogany gilded, bronze trees.

Autumnal splendour,

seeping

and deepening

the painted fall leaves

and me,

silent , heartbroken

and sleeping~

Then one day the wind lashed icy

heavy snow fell,

sweeping white, the short days

and nights, much too long,

( without you)

*

and There,

in the frosted field ,

where

the tiny daffodils

lay wide

tucked inside their narrow

ice covered graves

ever so softly sleeping

*

And then, one day

Spring

came creeping along,

harkening the

fire ringed dawn

with a ~beautiful~

red throated

nightengale's song

Suddenly,

I AWOKE,

and peering out the

paint chipped windowsill

past the flitting

cardinals nesting

beyond the faithful

oak tree resting

there, in the wildflower meadow,

where we used to lay

was a bloom of a 1,000

newborn daffodils

as if to say,

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

everything is, as it is,

and everything *will* be okay.

everything thought gone,

comes back to you, anew,

in life,

however you find

your way home,

may indeed be a mystery,

for as we all are aware,

it's not about

the destination,

but rather,

the journey.

~faretheewellsweetfriendfaretheewell~

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