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Jun 2013
We walk the sands at night.
cold air and a harsh wind brings are bodies closer together.
And in your grasp I feel something long missed and much loved.
Hoping you'll take me down to the waters edge.
and let myself match the rhythm of the waves there as they crash against us.
You are like  those waves strong but fluid and unlike anything else.
A glint of a smile out of the corner of my eye sends quivers down my spine.
Which your hands unknowingly follow and calm.
Reassuring me that I am yours and you are mine.
I stop just long enough for you to look up and let those eyes of perry green lock with mine.
A mile in a minute.
My heart and mind are racing each other.
One realizing the harsh pains of reality to young,
And building up walls and tissue scars to lock the world away.
A pool to wade in the shallows.
living a life without love or pain,
to safe to let another fall scrape my knees and make it harder to walk on.
Don't fall.
Dive! Eyes closed and headfirst,
the second runner in the race calls up.
And what's the worst that could happen.
He another child forced to grow to soon,
teaching himself to walk.
His cadence notched but proud.
A man trying desperately to let go of the rock and drift with the current.
And fearing the rapids to come he releases the stone and is a child once more.
confused and excited.
Always knowing the mouth of the river never moves but the ride you take to get there may move you.
And these are the two.
Runners in my head.
Running over thoughts
and dreams
and fears
and... finally on the edge of the dark holding each other give me the one piece of advise I can use....
So let me hold you and fall into darkness.
Eyes closed and headfirst,
As you whisper in my ear that,
"light is on the way"
Written by
Mark Thompson  Chicago il
(Chicago il)   
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