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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.25.06.50.17549]] |
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you are drawn dear to the glimmer that flashes not at midnight, but at dusk when the heart's eyes are seeking some morsel of light, and the stars are not yet ready to dance. Light is warmth, and hope, and perhaps the gift of a dream bestowed by a still sleepy moon. You seek the perfection of an orchid, still drooping with the promise of rain, and oh that shimmer in the dark tastes like honeysuckle on a tongue too long dry. I guess on a summer night, when it is sticky steamy and still I can understand the urge to fall in love with a firefly when your heart is needing a simple flame to breathe. |