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Lost in the land of I died while dreaming
I am no longer a man, I exist only
as a wounded heart whose streaming
blood will not congeal.
This night like every night can only end
with the sun rays peaking above
my mountain redoubt.
But first the sun's hope must traverse
the emptiness of all times beyond time
(some night I may fail this test)
Some morning the sun is sure to
annihilate me body and soul.
Worse my heart might be cauterized
and no longer bleed for you.
I feel the sentience of the wind
as our tale is told by brushing gust
and eddied whirl.
and just like your last kiss upon my cheek.
I am left compelled to repeat and reapeat...
I fling out promises into an awe filled
sky where the moon is no more than a
(maybe it's not madness)
but truly a case of
are the one.
| Time, space and just being lost around it. This was a really ineteresting read. There is doubt, hope, desperation, longing...all mixed up in one. I like the vulnerability that comes with it. ||| Posted on 2013-04-26 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] || This is lovely. It can be madness too;). Good luck with that.||| Posted on 2013-04-19 00:00:00 | by voiceless | [ Reply to This ] |