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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.10.09.51.5199]] |
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You are woven amongst the tapestry of ebony night, you are the sea of silver waves, Upon every autumn leaf, you are the brightening color, upon the ground you are the stony road before me. You are the light reflected on the mirror of marble that ignites the silent grave, you are the amber age settling into the flowing blades of grasses, Upon every inch of wind you are every fragile scent, collected before time began. You are every whisper that was ever breathed and every echo that was ever patterned into the deeply grounded earth. The blue of your eyes is every shade that ever touched morning gold or salted water or freshly fallen rain. The silk of your flesh is every spindly web ever woven, every velvet petal, every natural cloth ever formed. Your voice is all of the songs ever sung by every lulling bird, Your spirit is the veil of life that surrounds me at every moment of every day you are all that I hold near, you are within my very essence, every strand of my long red hair. You are all things to me... |