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I waited under under a waning moon for a night that did not start Beneath the pale of exacting twilight I ripped open my chest and held out my heart The darkness surrounding consuming its light drumming of heartbeats an encrypted call to a lover, a predator no one at all But you called to me You asked me to answer your prayers and in the coming night I wait for you under the pale moon light a silvery silence which sounds of a hopeful despair Which now knows of the who but not the where Silvery is the moon the silence I can not bear am I to be frowned upon even as I am aware I am here You are there the weighted distance counts the miles aloud... I'm not allowed to seek you out, must stay suspended in my lunar shroud I felt your every heart beat Like footsteps upon the floor I even felt the finality when you decided to close the door The moon was shielded by clouds that night She, like me, couldn't bear to see the agony of your fight, your flight Torn between survival and what could never be breathing just for revival
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Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Moonlight Meets Fantasy... (a co write with Joel M Frye)
I waited under under a waning moon for a night that did not start Beneath the pale of exacting twilight I ripped open my chest and held out my heart The darkness surrounding consuming its light drumming of heartbeats an encrypted call to a lover, a predator no one at all But you called to me You asked me to answer your prayers and in the coming night I wait for you under the pale moon light a silvery silence which sounds of a hopeful despair Which now knows of the who but not the where Silvery is the moon the silence I can not bear am I to be frowned upon even as I am aware I am here You are there the weighted distance counts the miles aloud... I'm not allowed to seek you out, must stay suspended in my lunar shroud I felt your every heart beat Like footsteps upon the floor I even felt the finality when you decided to close the door The moon was shielded by clouds that night She, like me, couldn't bear to see the agony of your fight, your flight Torn between survival and what could never be breathing just for revival
you can't know who is he or me but Joel and I, we have this understanding... it takes soul to write, and one to other well... he is my Moonlight :-)
helen
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helen
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Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
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