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bearing the soul of a three am moon;
to sacrifice a night for the stars to witness planes
wander into the future.

to think in silence
and bathe in the sight
of crimson red, mustard yellow, and persimmon orange
i spy the horizon.

radiating uncertainty
but actions speak fearlessly
yet you still fear the time that time cannot tell

but fuckitright because
roses are red
and violets are blue,
and at 2:30
meet me at the rendezvous.
dont tell me secrets i cant keep.
i don’t know

i truly don’t know
if i believe in god

but i do know
i believe in magic

i believe in
coffee
full moons
rain on rooftops
autumn leaves
rolling waves
unnecessarily long hugs
typewriters
thank-you notes
frank sinatra
banana pancakes
the color pink
and love
so much freaking love
i’ve found
magic in the mundane
divinity in the ordinary
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
Although
you were
so responsible
while she was
always daring,
her favourite
thing to do
was collapse
on the front
step of
your universe
and

Scream
to you
what she
was
declaring.

She was weak
for becoming
your frenemy,
especially since
you taught her
how to fight against
her enemies.

She was
always on the
edge of
intimacy
and
wondered why
she felt
so wild,

She realized
soon enough
she had felt
much too
deeply
as a child.

Although
she is ice and
you were fire,
she was
stunned by
your intellectual
being &
it was
always
your friendship
she
desired.

... Don't you get it?

You were always
galloping
on
the edge of the sun
while setting
all of darkness
to flames,

As she
sat anxious
on the
edge of the
moon
preparing for
her own
world's
games.
Between the houses of learning and healing
I pass, back and forth, the days.

The sun at midday dispels the shade
Where my eyes often wander in searching of...

Pursuing page by page, ever lines behind,
Leading nowhere but —

Confounding reflections, the iterations of a self
Merge, unrecognizable, across the annals of history.

Impossible, how familiar you...

Have we met, within our selves,
In cerulean dreams overflowing fevered voids

Seared through the fabric
Binding illusion of embodiment with embodiment of illusion?
Loreena McKennitt - "The Book of Secrets":
https://youtu.be/lPfU7OEfBm8
Let the pain
Dwell in the heart
Its the only way
You can merge
Deeper and Deeper

©️Sobbingsoul
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