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    dots Submission Name: I Rememberdots

    Author: Clayman
    ASL Info:    28 - getting late
    Elite Ratio:    6.34 - 609/327/167
    Words: 337
    Class/Type: Misc/Nostalgia
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    dotsI Rememberdots

    That first night we met,
    that hope-filled moment
    our uncertain souls reached out
    for the rare comfort found
    in a shared understanding
    of pain.

    Our thoughts were like blimps and seagulls
    flowing in sync, meeting half way
    as our views and emotions allowed
    seeds of trust to sprout
    as each of us shared pictures
    of who we really were.

    I remember discussing the delicate beauties
    inherent in all things small and overlooked
    by absorbed minds,
    we agreed that Seattle had great coffee
    and that love seems to be a strange metaphor
    obeying no rules.

    I remember looking into your eyes,
    seeing a story of life and passion bearing no masks.

    For one moment, everything was clear,
    more alive.
    Somehow brightness spoke up from inside
    like never before,
    my doubts about letting you in,

    I relaxed into the soft loudness of reality,
    realizing that September is a spent riddle
    where my pouting hydras cannot touch me.
    Breathing the truths I could not see before
    made me need you,
    I was no longer alone on the planet.

    Gentleness radiated your lips
    as I nodded in time
    to the symphony of assurance,
    the magnetism growing
    between your healing splendor
    and the tethers of my heart.

    You were worth your weight in rainbows.

    For one moment I understood
    that it was OK to grant myself perfection.

    I want to offer thanks for the time
    you sorted out the tendrils of chaos
    I used to be when my heart was a sparrow
    roaming Golgotha in thirst.
    Your presence now, my anchor
    as my love sets the gears to guide.

    Fate is a broken clock,
    only wound by surrendering the burdens of doubt
    we hold ourselves back with.
    Allow me to be the remover of fleece
    and reach into you unhindered,
    as you have into me.

    Thank you for showing me that a big part of living
    is letting go.


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      realizing that September is a spent riddle
    where my pouting hydras cannot touch me.
    Breathing the truths I could not see before
    made me need you,
    I was no longer alone on the planet.

    The first part of love is great... the newness of old feelings. Everytime I read this, I want to write something, but in writing it, it ruins what I wish to say. I guess it is impossible for me to capture the shudders with words.

    Some are nurturers, some are ruiners. I suppose we all have our purposes in Life. You're the N-word, fer sher.... I will simply always be the R-word.
    | Posted on 2010-11-06 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
      I really like this, and it's making me want to write while it's all fresh in my mind... je revien ;)
    | Posted on 2010-10-25 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]

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