Her mind spinningconversations,
the words skipping
satellites, between
missed heart
beats.
Sleep only for
the innocents,
she dreams with her
eyes open, your words
her nightmare and
lullaby.
Velocity, she's
turning to threads
like jet trails
losing herself,
losing gravity.
5 comments:
A love as wild as the wind.......
"It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in 't" (Shakespeare)
Always a friend.........no matter what has transpired in the past, or may in the future. Always, always.....without hesitation. Very sad that it can never be mutual.Situations sometimes transcend logic, and are often unexplainable...........but none the less real. Life is majestic in thought...and often sad in its reality.
What would it take to transform nightmare words to only lullaby’s, and fitful slumber to peaceful bliss?
What would it take to see the moon again as it was meant to be, and not shy away for fear of a wonderfully lost memory?
What would it take to sleep again, entwined in safety, with eyes secure in peaceful rest………and awake in the warmth of harmony and love?
What would it take to not be two in a world of wonder, but one again? Or is it to go on as it is? Fearful of the things which exist only in ones mind.
Yes, once there was a love as wild as the wind..........with unlimited potential for more………..it was certainly a most wonderful adventure.
Fear the misunderstandings, for they happen every day. But don’t ever fear the love……….for it was unique and always true.
mary, this is beautiful...
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