bind me
to memory—
but even those fetters
can not hold me; shatter all chains—
release
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bind me
to memory—
but even those fetters
can not hold me; shatter all chains—
release
release
to she who waits
the love that's been ignored
and chained up in a dark place for
too long.
too long
i'll wait no more
let the eye uncover
secrets furled within; let the mist be
lifted
Lifted...
arms stretched open...
let the swirling winds raise
you high above this pretense of
real life.
real life
and the "reality"
in it makes me wonder,
can anything be more faux than
life is?
Life is
a dance around
the universe, waltzing
along the path of a comet...
spellbound.
spellbound,
caught in the mo'--
life stood a bit away
from where we were, and death itself
held back.
Held back
without good cause
or justification....
Give me the full width of the world
to live.
to live
we cry, we strive,
and yet, alas, cannot
find life in life's deadly quest
for death!
hello CdnReader, by the way. :p
Hello backatcha, Symphony. :)
For death
seems but a breath
away. Must we always
struggle to keep it safely at
arm's length?
arm's length
the line he draws
do not get close to me
but, oh, if I could curve that line
'round me
'round me
is memory
and the expansive round
earth around which space is silent
and deep
And deep
is the lost night
of my longing...without
you here to keep the shadows
at bay.
At Bay
corner of Bloor
I was hoping to meet
my lover but she alas was
elsewhere!
Elsewhere
and Main, she said,
no wonder you missed her....
Intersections apart... the heart
is lost.