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Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
The Waters Swayed Upon The Darkened Sea,
As I Say My Last Goodbye To Thee,
I Shall Soar Over Every Mountain And Tree,
And In The Fading Veils Of Dawn I Shall Be Free

I Annouced To The Currents That They Could Take Me,
That The Soils Need Me More Than My Quay,
My Sleeping Body Is More Alive Than It Could Ever Be,
And I Smile As This New World Answers My Forgotten Pleas

Hush My Friend, Do Not Sob, For I Am Full Of Glee,
Please My Love I Beg, Do Not Miss Me,
I Am Everywhere--I Am In Everything You See,
And Though My Soul And Body Are Just Debris,
For Every Lock I Am Still Able To Be Your Key

Oh Hush Thee, My Baby,
Though My Existance May Not Be,
Right In Front Of Thee,
I Am Still Breathing,
And If You Are Just Able To Believe,
I Promise Soon You Will Be Seeing Me


In This Place No Storm Can Rain On Me,
And No Evil Can Penetrate This Tranquility,
Yet Do Not Cry My Friend,
For I Am Still With Thee
Please, Do Not Grieve
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
Trees Sway In Chilled Winds,
Sights Of You Make Me Weary,
My Mind Dangerous,
Dangerously Close To You,
And Thinking Of You Again
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
The Moon Above The Mississippi Mirrored,
The Warm Silhouette Of The Sleeping Sun,
The Cold Aching Branches Of The Trees Cheered,
For The Day Spring Would Be Set Free And Run,
And As The Days Got Longer And Warmer,
The Moon Felt Free To Leap And Promenade,
Skipping Past Every Stream And Transformer,
The Taste Of It's Song Sweet As Lemonade,
It Exhaled The Bodies Of Fireflies,
As It Glided Across A Lake's Surface,
It Harmonized With The Coyote's Cries,
To Illuminate Upon Dawn's Preface*

In The Black Impending Night Stars Shiver,
As The Moon Disappears In The River
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
The
Mystery
Of
Life
Can
Be
Solved*

Just
Keep
Looking
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
Neon Colored Bodies Slink Through The Crowd,
Though They Whisper Their Voice Is Still Loud,
One Of Them--A Poet--Writes Of Their Fate,
How They Are Trapped In This Beautiful State,
But To The Newspaper-Inked People It Is Absurd,
They Look Away And Don't Speak A Single Word,
Their Blood Is Not Black But A Rosy Red,
Their Brains Are Not Chained Inside Their Heads,
The Inked People Push Them Down To Stay Tall,
They Grasp And Pin Them Against Every Wall,
And Slowly--Ever So Slowly Their Colors Fade,
They Start Hating Their Own Beautiful Shade,
So They Start Breaking Down Their Own,
Breaking Themselves Into Rubble And Stone
And As Every Hurtful Word They Say Covers Them,
The Flower Wilts Ontop Of Their Blackened Stem,
And In The End--They Finally Have What They Wanted,
The Ability To Blend
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
The Snow Fell Lightly Into Your Blonde Hair,
My Hand Tingling In Your Very Own,
Your Blue Eyes Sunk Into Me--What A Stare,
You Gently Touched The Brusises On My Bones,
As You Caressed My Battered Soul With Strength,
Your Lips Gave Air To My Deflated Lungs,
You Held My Desire At An Arm's Length,
The Way You Held My Heart--It Barley Stung,
Our Skin Started To Sizzle In The Sun,
As Our Bodies Broke And Reconstructed,
When Our Flanks Rub Together When We Run,
I No Longer Feel My Life Was Abducted

Though In The Moonlight On Four Feet We Stand,
Our Love Is Still Simple To Understand
Sydney Victoria Feb 2013
I Am Whispering,
Though I Feel Extremely Loud,
The Wood Is Silent,
Except For My Booming Steps,*
When Human I Have No Grace
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