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2002-06-03 - 10:50 a.m.
waltz of words ~in the beginning~
Dear Friend,
( we are a book that I would read~) I asked you what colour your world is, and you answered blood red. Tell me of this passion in your life? Whom does your blood boil for on this night? Does she sleep in Virginia ( near you? next to you , unaware of you? )We all love. We love in circles that overlap. and pull us in, pull us out. there is a rhythm to all that we do. What colour are her eyes, when she glances at you ? I must know, it is my turn to watch you swing.
Life is ironic. I awoke this morning, with an intensely familiar pain. a kind of gentle wringing, one I know all to well. I am ovulating. My body sends forth this dewy beginning, this shell of life waiting to become magical, into the empty chambers of my womb. This precious nestling, awaits a dance of life, and yet, I am so very aware that there is to be no dance. If only my body knew what my heart did. I wish I was not so cognizant of this potential life, it travels across so many miles, a threaded love letter from the generations of all my ancestors, seeking a place of shelter, a home. I am so alone. I am so alone.
I can see the pregnant moon, through the sheer curtains of my darkened bedroom. She splashes in, and covers me with a silk cape of moonlight. She is surrounded by all of her shimmering progeny. The tiny stars sparkle and shine, and show off for her.
I wish I was a creator.
Tonight I would paint you cerrulean blue as you soothe me like the soft sway of the ocean's rolling lullabye.
( blowing out the candle) goodnight, ~ w
P.S. do you have a beard? I picture you with something of the sort. just curious. :)
old starlight - new starbright
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