Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, March 7, 2011

cold

Alone in the night
the storm sets
in
The dark can't see
what is haunting
me
Abandoned old heart
beats steadily
bold
in spite of the freeze
in spite of this
cold
Icicle daggers
tear me a new
pain
but hey, it's only love-
It'll come 'round
again


**********
Let not my heart be weighted
Nor my love be blind or shaded
If my light be sadly faded
When love comes once again fated,
Knocking at my door
May two fiery souls’ union
Come to me none too soon then
With a blessed and warm reunion
Of souls' unabashed communion,
                                                                Oh love, come call on me

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