The Mysteries Between
You all write, ponder the story of your heartbeats,
The signal beacons, the lighthouse beam of your existence,
Playing with emotions, fooling around with notions of cease and desist,
Russian roulette
I wonder about the mysteries of the silences,
Between the beats.
What happens in that momentary space,
When you cannot say I am alive?
So her is the answer.
That!s right.
Her is the answer.
That's when your lover sneaks in, climbs aboard,
And holds your heart with palm-lined hands plein d'life-lines,
So long may you live together in harmony,
And cracks that may appear from time weary woes,
Are kept from spreading and endangering her object's desire.
Know you now.
Now you know,
It is in the silences that the true joining is confirmed.
Which is why I call her,
My Wonder Woman..
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
The Mysteries Between
You all write, ponder the story of your heartbeats,
The signal beacons, the lighthouse beam of your existence,
Playing with emotions, fooling around with notions of cease and desist,
Russian roulette
I wonder about the mysteries of the silences,
Between the beats.
What happens in that momentary space,
When you cannot say I am alive?
So her is the answer.
That!s right.
Her is the answer.
That's when your lover sneaks in, climbs aboard,
And holds your heart with palm-lined hands plein d'life-lines,
So long may you live together in harmony,
And cracks that may appear from time weary woes,
Are kept from spreading and endangering her object's desire.
Know you now.
Now you know,
It is in the silences that the true joining is confirmed.
Which is why I call her,
My Wonder Woman..
Written spontaneous, just now and dedicated and disowned, given freely away, with deep appreciation to another wonder, Ms. Rebecca A.
Oh yeah, I love this poem, written in minutes with the wisdom of years of aching loneliness, that was relieved when my Wonder Woman, surgically repaired me.
How a poem gets writ: meant to type HERE is the answer, but her is the answer is what appeared, and the rest is "herstory"
August 2013
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