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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.05.10.30.12514]] |
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I call forth now upon the bareness of winter, the empty, desolate, fields of snow aching with coldness and solitude. I call as if casting a dark spell upon myself to rekindle the emptiness you gave so fully, so completely, until I too became that solid piece of crystal falling to the ground. Only then, when the shadows shroud my face can I truly write the words that long to come free like that stubborn blade of grass trying desperately to push itself through the frozen mounds of earth. Only then, can I be somewhat lightened, like when a golden hint of sun hits the granite stone upon a grave for but a moment to give it life and make it glisten once again. So come to me now deep ebony and bitter silence, I beckon you frost and ice coated tongue, for only when you come and collect me once more can I begin to whisper that slowly easing hint of breath. Only then, can I begin to melt into the drops of water and salt that fell from our heaven, only then, will my eyes fill with oceans of blue green. Only then can we settle deep in the spring of our love when clouds became ships and we the gossamer sails. So come now my beloved season and set me free... |