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C@rainbowchaser2024

living within the limits
or rebelling

being smart
weaving the mystery

words or silence
its all the same to me.

where we are going
we can only guess.

as i am nearing the edge of our fading sun,
as our world is one big aquarium,
- full of life...
      me, surviving the best i can, alone...
i thought i never long for that new life
born between my seeds,
all i knew is that i am okay, alone...
     no plan to plant,
just a fading list of the evading daydream...
     it's okay - everythings alright,
there's time, still,
   even if it never arrive,
     it's still alright
         for all the right
         reasons...

I keep my poetry
                         On  the edge of my tongue            

            Like dew on the edge of a leaf
                       After the rain

                     Patiently waiting
                                with exquisite beauty
                                      
                          
                                     ­ To

                                          F

                  ­                           A

                                                L

           ­                                        L
                    Where I would like to believe
                         You'll be waiting patiently like grass

                                                                ­                            On a happy spring morning
          
                                            For me to land.

to keep on keeping on-
in the face of everyday-
some worthwhile plan-
you began long ago;
at the service of love-
in spite of all the hate;
the warts and all it takes.

you have something to share-
(sitting around the fire in the sky)
a story perhaps? second hand?
or a story all your own? We are
all ears sitting around this fire.

It's awe inspiring.
It's wonderous.
I truly believe.
I'm IN.
                                        but

I do wonder.
Doubt creeps in.
Then thought.
Now insight.
Now I don't.
I'm OUT!