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 Oct 2012 Kayla Lyn
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
Love, like a doorway,
Possibilities, dreams— endless,
Wish open longer.
 Aug 2012 Kayla Lyn
Pam Prater
Like blank white paper

a promise of new stories

by the same author
Haikku
I sit. Staring at the sky - under a sea of unrealized potential.
I sit. Waiting for some kind of sign that I've made the right decisions.
  That you were not a mistake, time and time again. Certainly not the same mistake?
I sit. I stand. I shake. Slivers fall from my lips. They crumble to the ground.

My fists close. My head tilts upward.

I sit. Staring at the sky - under an ocean of dreams.  
I sit. I wait. For someone I haven't met yet to draw me close.
   To whisper lullabies and know my cries and still love me despite them.
I sit. I stand. I shake. Slivers fall from my lips. They rise in pure decadence. They fly.

— The End —