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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.

~random vintage wendchymes~

prayerful of dreams - 2008-06-28
preschool princess - 2008-06-16
life with my sweetheart - 2008-04-29
the fast approach of four - 2008-04-12
lighting up my own life - 2008-03-08

2002-07-31 - 12:41 p.m.

The smooth edges of your shoreline

are moving away,

I am pieces of paper,

on the surface

of the ceaseless azured ocean.

I am wet and torn.

I am small and lost.

I am watching

everything

pulling

away,

in accelerated motion.

Life at 900,000 mph.

I should be happy. I should be sated.

I should be humble. I should be grateful.

I am none of these things.

how can emptiness hurt this much?

How can being blue

feel so eternal grey?

Standing on the other side of the world,

are all of the elusive

and thin reasons, to exist.

where are the mouths of the angels

whispering answers to me,

when I weep and pray.

wishing for a desperate sign.

that it is going to get better.

when I sleep, I am always afraid.

that I will wake up.

more afraid to live than die.

I can still see

all the beautiful faces

that keep me here.

The memory of love,

tying me to this world.

pinning my heart to the floor.

I can still feel the silver thread of your eyes.

sewn into the fire rimmed green of mine

I can remember the exact smell of jasmined musk on your taut sculpted skin

I miss the shimmering entanglement of us, bodies caught up like fishing twine

I miss you, and I hate you.

I am open and exposed.

like a trampled on orchid

flattened by the weight of it's own desire to touch the sun.

a gentle innocence of beauty, growing towards the light,

what happens when the last petal falls?

where do we go ? Where do we land?

at night. when I pretend to sleep.

fireflies light the corners of the room

and I can feel you.

I can feel you.

seeping through the wall.

seeking and leaping,

sweeping us under the consuming waves,

drowning us inside the mouth of a volcanic iced ocean,

deeply on fire and oh so blue.

and it tears me to pieces to know.

that the daylight will ~always~ carry you away.

back to the safe edges of your distant shoreline,

back to the place where you are married to the dawn.

old starlight - new starbright

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