21 August 2009

killing me with a ballpoint pen

My heart not yet a whole, sort a match
“Who are you?”
“How do you do?”
A half now a whole...

A plea forced through lips
“I need you here, now and ever...”
And in this dream, shocking it may be
I see you and me: soul intertwined

The night was young:
An orange sunset, another memory;
How quickly happiness fades in the face of fear...
She sat, head in hands, hating herself... unable to
Breathe... she now knew...

Music calms the soul
Love calms the heart
He calms my body- fully
The waves lap at our feet
Surreal outer body,
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out... nowhere to be found
Clandestine arrivals

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