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Oct 2011
Out into the dark forest
I will go.
I will wait for him,
not patiently,
but I will wait;
at the mouth of an ebony river,
listening to what the Mother has to say.

And out into the thick dark forest
he will go,
hunting for me.
Searching
like my warm breath
on his neck
keeps his heart beating.

From miles away
he will hear me
whisper his name,
my love rippling through the soil.

Leaves will fall
with the trembling of my hands,
just before they rest on his shoulders.

And in the unearthly spotlight
we will be guided
into each others minds,
for there sleeps Salvation.

And we will thrash and thunder
and bang and crash
and Salvation will find us,
too alive
for it's deadly grace.

We will march on,
our hands clasped
with a fierceness nearly flammable,
into oblivion.
ⓒ wordswithmypulse
HR Beresford
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