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Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning
Fear and suspicion caress the flame
Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting
Softly murmuring in words of ink
Across the page

The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness
Breathing in the essence of the flame
While time rolls words in the crystal ink of pain
Upon the pages of the heart
That still remains

Experience fades to colors that whisper in the darkness
Softly playing with edges of the flame
As time slowly spreads the ink across the pages
Of an existence eagerly awaiting
To live again

Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle waiting
Within a heart held prisoner by a mind
Caressed by the scars of fear and suspicion
So deeply engraved by invisible
Hands of time
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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I belong somewhere
where the wind blows
but never too hard

where the leaves change
but never fall

where the rain comes
but never pours

where the trees grow
but not too tall

where the people laugh
but not too hard

where the smells are good
but not too strong

where the love is huge
but never runs out

I belong nowhere

there is no nowhere

-- it's where I am.
I will write a story.
But it is not for you.
And nor is it for me,
but for the tide that goes in and out,
everchanging,
gaining and losing,
winning,
yet never reaching an end,
a ******, a finale,
spending its eternity just moving against the sand till its belly is rubbed raw,
but no pearls will be formed from this graize,
no beauty found in its torture,
only pain and sorrow and lost souls
and a mournful wind that sweeps and stirs the sea into a fit of emotion,
into a writhing curling mass which is lost to all and which all is lost to,
but nevermind, for we are on the land.

And so the sea is left,
forgotten by us,
as we live,
and thrive and jump and play,
left to its own ruin,
its own regretful demise,
maybe one day it will rise from the sand that rubs it bare,
in a wave of foam and fury,
to revenge upon us who turned our backs,
left it in neglect,
in disgust,
as we ran about in our wealth,
our bellies clean of wounds
hardly rubbed by sand,
who could have offered shelter from the winds fury,
or comfort from the abrasive grit,
and deliver unto the oceans wound
a pearl of comfort
so that it may enjoy the peace and health
which we take for granted

but then
what reason for us
of two legs
to interfere in such ruin
of a thing so different and seperate to our own
so far from us
and complete in its seperation
that we may forget
and by such slip of mind
enjoy our comforts
unperturbed
uncaring
for any suffering
or demise
other than our own.
so far it is, so far
and we would much rather stay in here
warm next to our open fire
than shift  to the rough stormy sea.
they will have to save themselves
it is not our cross to bear

But then perhaps I was mistaken.
It seems we are no longer on the land.
But emersed too in the ocean,
seemingly as endless as the pain with which it binds us
they are not so far or different as they seem
This story i tell, it is for you and me both,
but mostly for the tide, the pull, the current, the sea which has dragged us down,
and been dragged down by us
through our own lack of care and
our neglect,
is dragging us and together we sink,
drowning in our foolishness,
they are not so far from us
nor so different

We waited for them to be saved
as they drowned
if only we had stopped waiting,
waiting for the sun to rise,
to turn their water into air,
a mighty pearl to free them from the wrath of the waves
the wind which traps them in dispair
and now, in turn, us
we starve
stripped of our wealth
yearning to be back
by our fire
warm and safe
in ignorance
of their reality
and suffering,
Surely if we could go back, it would be different,
we would lend some wealth, our hand of glory
gift upon them a pearl
so they may not be so troubled
and we hear, as a whisper ripped from some time long ago,
on a far distant shore, in the haze of the sun;
*Nevermind, for we are on the land.
it just so happens
that I lace you into
every song that I hear

I find your name
scrawled wonderfully
on the spine of every book.

it just so happens
the grooves in my records
all spell out your name

and it just so happens
that my fingerprints
can be found all over you

and that the smell
of your skin lingers
on mine for as long as I let it

but it just so happens
that I’d let it linger longer,
time, I find, makes it fade

and it just so happens
that the time has come
that it's gone from me
for now

and it just so happens
that for now I’m not sure
which way’s up and which is down

and your hand is missing from my life
and your words are spare

my time is long
and all I have to do
is wish you were here

and it just so happens
that tonight
I’ll fall asleep alone

I’ll invent your smell
and behind my closed eyes
I’ll watch you move
your perfect lips
to the words of my favorite song
and the words of yours

and it just so happens
that the tears will seep
from the corners of my eyes,
only to dampen
my flowered pillowcase

and it just so happens
that in the morning when I wake
I’ll still see you singing
I’ll hold on to the dream
for as long as I can.

I’ll remember the night you
told me
all the reasons
you knew you loved me.

back pushed against the door
in the dark, damp room.

I’ll remember the feeling
of knowing you are somewhere...
loving me

and I hope you know
wherever you may be
you should have that feeling
with you always.

and I hope you do always smile.
and I hope you do always laugh.
and I hope you do always love.
and I hope it’s always me.

but if it just so happens
that one day you wake and find
you can no longer say
your love is with me


I’ll set you free and watch you fly
and as you leave, I'm sure I'll cry -
but your wings spread in front of me
will be the happiest thing I’ll ever see
even while they’re flying
you away from me.
I can’t bite this feeling
A feeling like I’m sleeping
Wake up to find I’m dreaming
A dream that wont come true

It seems no one around me
Can see how I am drowning
Suffocated by dark memories
That no one ever knew

And when I am awaken
Those surrounding me are shaken
They only know the “me” whose sleeping
And whose dreams are left askew

— The End —