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By coujeaux Date: 2004 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.20.11.54.8791]] |
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Never witness to electroerotic introductions nor supple fades, here stands your man, if you will; Words that are spoken to one from a past equal tense as joyous; no matter, I celebrate us still. Have no fear, my dears; of my precious there are two, one from memory, another to discover, Quite surprising for a skeptic who penned with certainty homages to life as an antigravity lover. To step back upon a territory of possibility actualized are hallowed grounds I admit I've feared, Polarity in the preacher of a gospel of nothing everlasting; lo and behold, each of you appeared. Shroudlight whispers, these I remember well, said I never wanted to go, knowing in time I would; Anchored my whirlwind maiden of whipcrack wit and woundgypsied conscience as long as I could. Back of my mind, before my eyes, knew to save her I must sacrifice her, as she stays I must go, With retrospective clarity 'twas the only option available to us, yet now I no longer mourn her so. Recognize the necessity of passages and accept conclusions drawn, for each event proves a bind, Wise enough are we all to hold high the hope of redemption, nothing treasured is ever left behind. Once tearful goodbye, then brighteyed hello; in this chapter a troubadour has happier story to tell, Memorial smile upon my weathered countenance celebrates your legacy; she becomes me so well. Luck is not a lady I've had occasion to know heretofore as I've long been believer in a heart's align, Observing passage of a starcrossed lineage from Gemini to Capricorn upon onset of my unsunshine. You were my preparation for succession from unfortunate to unbelievable, and so passes your baton, Pray you wish me nothing but the best as I once did for you, and to you as I for we, may you love on. 08/29/2004 |