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On the clouds
I lie
Candlelight
Illuminates the night like
a firefly
I am deep, far-fallen
into the land of sleep
Mars' volcanic activity
Giving light 
To my dreams

I am calm
she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

once she invites you in
she brings you to your knees
like a thorn across your skin
like the sting of a thousand bees

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

she lives within the caves
and she crawls beneath the grass
digging shallow graves
for the lives about to pass

she whispers like the wind
blowing through the trees
where she lives within
she is the haunting breeze

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
just pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies
a friend told me that they liked this version better, so i decided to post it...feedback is welcome, and i would like to know if this six stanza poem is better than the original three stanza version
I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
this outer-man, this shell
knows nothing of love
he can only stumble
as the world looks on
and write of that eluding
heart longed for, for love
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