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By juan d'fule Date: 2003 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.24.01.01.32659]] |
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Reve What evolves, from crossing paths, with a soul who knows you best and you cannot see past them, Interacting, all the little things become a part of one, part of your creation and a true moment of choice. So comes the end of this existence where the real is honed, to the point that it succumbs, where the spin of dreams begin, Nothing here is real for me and yet a fractured place resists, where Earth and natures force are true, but now does not exist. Yet I know where to find you (for your heart is in my hands) down by the very edge where the world is truly wild Beneath a roof of pale blue sky, the orange sun all hazed, the quirky and the innocent all images you sew. Now turn away, its time for you to leave and I to face the future without the thought of you, As bleak a landscape as I've seen unfolds before me now and I must start anew, I need to start again. Oh but how you will be missed and I will not find salve, I shall not recover, from this torn dream Of one brief time, when true love seemed as possible, more real, than I, taking my next step. But more, of what love could be, a moment on some starburst night cradled in the warmth of hope, Where all those little things that make an evening, a morning, a lifetime and a dream are extant. For you showed what a woman could be like, a savior to me, more than equal, such an individual, an icon from my past Cast into memory along with days of Opal skies and nights of far and ancient stars aloft, adrift, set free. Though we'll meet soon, oh no, no we won't, its no longer real at all, a consequence of two and the little things we store away Inside ourselves, warm, soft, smile, funny, sad, cry, regret, sorrow, I never meant to say goodbye because a whisper, of a dream, had denied it. Juan d' fule. |