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Feb 2010
From dreams of
a future
I keep locked away in a journal,
I'll meet every
smiling tomorrow
holding secrets of my own
ambitions
that reach out with warm hands towards the
inhibitions of
every setting sun.
and
I find the mark of my own realization in these
clasping grasping hands that search
so desperately
for completion
folding into praying hands
until fingers intertwine within
their own realities of
finally brushing across skin of
heart
pounding
heart
pounding

understanding

all these hands ever had to know was that

their own palms could heal sorrows
while holding promises pressed against
another,

your etched life lines from the
waters of your
mother's womb
completing the rivers that flow across mine
so we can float into the ocean of
soul

and as the same light pours over
my blinds
to softly coax open
eyes that
only know the darkness of sleep,

only know
the safety in shadows dancing before closed
eyelids

I drown in the remembrance,
of how
after we kissed,
the street lamps danced upon your cherub cheeks
until my own eyes reflected
constellations of potential
and yours
exploded into
guiding stars.

guiding this
searching hand into yours grasping for the clouds
knowing

they were only grasping for each other
to feel
the tenacious shell of our fingertips graze
and form
a sheltering place to retreat
when the floods pour out from
the vase of the fading flowers we gave to
our past selves.

I was leveled
by your shining beauty
the marvel of you
reflecting heaven
as a nervous
anxious smile
stretched across your lips
and reached up towards the twilight
in your
eyes
offering up an embrace
as hearts raced and
walked across water
to defy secular
existence.

that was the first moment
I saw the wings you never knew existed


and that night
words never needed to dance within the
darkness of
that parked car.
the warm air forming
waterfalls of honesty
between our mouths
kissed the brisk air
forming mist on windows


we've drawn the path
into a new garden
blossoming sunflowers
from the light
of our lips
to
be picked by your now

complete hands.
copyright 2010 by Stephanie Hayden
Written by
Stephanie Hayden
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