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Soft as the mist of an apricot evening
Floating like stars on a daffodil sky
Falling in love as the moon slowly wanders
Watching the glow of a sprite firefly
Standing in shadows so no one will see us
Holding you close in my arms oh so tight
Kissing your lips as the twilight does whisper
*Sharing this dream on a warm summer night

Sometimes you just need rain,
sadness and a broken heart
in order to write.

She had waves of hair           
cascading down her back
And waves of thought
running through her brain
Waves of sweet melody     
dripping from her tongue
The waves were strong         
and couldn't be tamed
The aqueous flame                 
in her heart was the same
                      Her waves were of                             a fiery essence
And left them in need          
of her shallow and deep

For when they, the people, were in her presence
She was the only source of life they could see

Human beings are constantly in need of water
And she was water of the best purity

So how could they deny themselves
A taste of the natural salty sea?

A sea that was blissful, wild and free.

Have I found you?
Starless sky
Wordless
Rising
Or have I lost you?
Stolen charity
Golden
Folding

Steel skeleteons
Burning through the dust
Silver has lost its worth
Lustful heap
Hurting bleak
Always wanting teeth
Jealous
Weeping
For that reasoned skin
A night bending on my knees
I'm waiting for her to come back
The sea is spinning on summer eve
Two small blue jars around my neck
Holding your street-light eyes
And his quick wits grounded
Lonely small-town fires
Have I found you?
Chain the sound of your name on my wrists
Or have I lost you?
He's sore but warm.
Leave me out here drenched in hope
It's just your bones your made of.


*Oh you love him with all of your body
Oh that's alright with me.
Always,
Honey
Always.

Roses askew on the floor
and scented lilac candles
flickering fleetingly into the wind
outside
these rusty windows
that creek and break
my sleep
in the middle of most every night
I turn
and I can see You
vividly
as if yesterday
You were not the silhouette
of the woman
that I have come to love.

Transient eruptions of emotion
Volcanoes never meant for this earth