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

~random vintage wendchymes~

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life with my sweetheart - 2008-04-29
the fast approach of four - 2008-04-12
lighting up my own life - 2008-03-08

2002-06-03 - 11:10 a.m.

waltz of words ~in the beginning~

Dear Wendy,

Do I dare create a mortal for you, for that is what I am? I must drop a veil of mystery so that you might know. Then again, perhaps not. Instead I will make that veil invisible so that you might see. See another life within my world.

( put on your x ray glasses. do not be afraid)

I spend my days as a purchasing agent, at an industrial plant. I negotiate contracts and buy extraordinary machines. ( the machines truly are, turning chunks of metal into intricate sculpture ) I write words, many over wrought words, detailing plant operations. I have pushed to bring computers into the factory. My position, is somewhere between manager and slave. It intrigues me, this second life. here is power to witness taking cold steel to chain. It is mine for now. I struggle.

I have searched to find a voice that would let me create. but it was hard. my reader had left me, too much in one world. it is difficult to find one whom i need, one who can recieve my thoughts so that I might make one my own. Difficult means possible, for you are the proof,dear wendy.

In my mind other worlds exist. I revel in photography and pottery and words. I read and I think. I have read shakespeare aloud admidst my friends. I have read ecco alone til i was ready to speak. I wander in music and languish in poetry. I do not shave on weekends. ( though a beard is not for me, I tried it once to be someone else)

that is the key i think. to be someone else. I will become anything to become what I am not. Only so that " what I am not" becomes me. Someone else within me lives so that I may feel more. I seek more outside and within.

and yes, I do have a love, her name is as exotic and as beautiful as she is. She lives in these words, she is everything that I do, but you are welcome to come inside and take from our garden. You are always welcome dear wendy. Our circle is always expanding.

and so I have answered i hope, all that you have asked.:)

~k ( did you notice that your candle has been re lit? )

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