op. 10 – our hands
op. 10 - to ________, some encouragement
our
hands
embers gracefully rise as the fireflies dance, igniting your soul; gripped and lulled into trance. why, how your tears fall and color my heart blue. staring into your eyes, i let myself drown into you: i dive into the ocean deep, soon overcome by waves. allow me to sympathize for how sad the one road it paves! it's beautiful isn't it? and the irony of it all is that it stirs within you a platonic memory that enthralls:
our
humble embrace;
an event that
notes our rebirth in
diad
symmetry;
clasped forever.
can you feel the sun? allow golden rays to touch you in a way that stirs those more joyful and true. come follow me through the green grass as the trees bend to make a lush overhead pass. we'll sit by the river as the water penetrates deep into those most painful. and before you weep, let me sing for you. the notes hang in the air and gently rest upon your ear as we stare:
a new
harboring of spring
as a rain drop that can
null wounds
dances so that it
meets that of yours.
+ july 15, 2008 @ 11:03 PM
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