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By redplasticroses Date: 2005 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.20.07.09.9655]] |
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Once I was here and you did not exist except in my dreams I wondered if you knew it was I who woke you in the middle of the night as I reached for you across the ether or if you heard my pillow talk as I whispered in my prayers "come if you will, I will be here" I used to wonder what you looked like your face I could not see only glimpses of your soul and that was enough as I waited patiently surrendering to spirit trusting you exist somewhere hopefully in my lifetime Middle-age found me sitting on steamer trunks filled with priceless lessons without those heartaches I would not appreciate who and what you are Time spent waiting for you showed me what my heart desired time permitted me to really know the joy that lives inside me to simply be allowed to live another day while waiting for you... to smell the ocean and mountain sage to roam this earth with gravity holding me like a lover until night descends and I must float back out amongst the stars searching for you On sultry summer nights I sat outside looking into the universe between branches of the old oak tree I searched the heavens for you only the stars and moon appeared and the burning emptiness inside of me needing and aching for you you, the faceless person with the soul of an artist and wounds you keep close to your heart - in the stillness of the night amongst the cricket songs I swear I could hear your heartbeat Some may think me crazy Longing for you at 3 am Talking to you Pillow talk..... knowing I was not alone for in my dreams in the pitch black night the spirits often found you and brought you to me you are so close I feel the warmth of your body the softness of your skin your heart beating next to mine we breathe the same air share the same vision hear the same music a lone indian flute plays in the distance as we drift off to sleep your chest against my breast in a state of grace Daylight took you away leaving your scent on my pillow each time the longing, the need, the burning emptiness.... intensified with a vengeance tormenting my thirsty soul as I waited for yours to appear longing to see your face each night as I drifted off to sleep I whispered into my pillow "come if you will, I will be here waiting for you" Jmt (c) 2005 |