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I’m dancing tonight beneath you 'mother'
Beneath your eyes
they see me
More than him
More than I could ever

There’s laughter here, oh N that smile

There’s a voice, it beckons me
Through a glittering metropolis
So far.. sooo very very far

give me wings

‘oh’
Give me wings

So that I may fall with grace
So that I may have something to lift towards you
As I drink in the Santa Ana’s
N the fading scent of oleanders
 purging their last breath

….I am yours….

Forget me not’s are scattered
Crowning my pupils, hugging my eyes

I should never rise from this lush green sea
Dewdrops, N bladed canopies nests me
N the dandelions keep me company here
Singing to me, N I have named them all by heart
 oh this silent wonderland

“make a wish” they say
giggling contagiously in song
as my eyes settle in prayer to them
I whisper his name
Oh N how they start to weep

The wind rushes in with gleeful sabotage
sweeping them away
Oh! Those willful libertines
Raping my muses, N With them their song for me

My feet take flight, murmuring the reflection of you with each step
Chasing the gallows ..
I watched as you painted a portrait of me in your laughter
Kill joy

Stuttered breath leaves me
Laying
Frozen
On my blood candy apple wings
Panting, sucking in sharp daggers of cold air
“How could you 'mother'!?”

“how could you lie to me, so beautifully?”
cracked, disfigured my voice floats to you

…..can you hear me? ….

A stranger whispers love to me through sleep

Its snowing ash. . . on this bed
 terrorist of truth
On these unrecognizable pigments .-.strange- figments
(My) ash. .
Burying me beneath warm long sinewy fingers

“his eyes…they’re lost, to him, kidnapped,- BY - him”

I’m stolen, inside a present I forgot to open
N it’s too late
It’s just too late

Child of April
Slumberless
Mistaken for my sister seasons
I too weep

Where are you wind. . . to take –me- now
“Hold my hand”
Show me.. how-one girl is worth m-o-r-e than twenty boys-
N oh ------ the cleverness of you!’

All I have is the gift of spring showers
The adversity of my dusty petals
The mischief of me
I’ve set this bed aflame
With me in it

You’re not welcomed here ‘love’

Let it burn, lets watch it burn
I want to be forgiven

For waltzing with fallen stars
When I knew better
 Left to stare spellbound at stardust,
 to flirt bravely
As he wore his face of sorrow,
As I kneeled to him to ask
“what’s the matter, you?”

Forgive me

Oh forgive me

The flames lick, scorch their way into me
Fireflies are born inside flickering brilliance of pain
I hear you calling me.. fanning the flames with your breath
 
The unfortunate inevitable nature that leaves me cindering

My eyes open, the stars greet me anxiously,
My fingers wander beneath me
My blood candy apple wings damp
My face frozen with the remnant tears
The only evidence of what was

I just came to tell you, that I’m dancing 'mother'
..I’m dancing here tonight..

Beneath you

. .N I’m …waiting ..

-To go home to you-





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On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, K_Love (688) writes:
Oh I missed youuuu. So glad you're back. Beautiful work darling.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, deadrosesrdust (131) writes:
A lot of hidden messages I say. Has to be read slowly to absorb the feelings. But very well put together.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, monalisamarie (147) writes:
'Fireflies are born inside flickering brilliance of pain ' wow. What can I say? This has so many powerful lines. Great title too.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, mozarts cat (270) writes:
"Forget me not’s are scattered Crowning my pupils, hugging my eyes" .. this is perfect .. aching beautifully .. i love it ..


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, evolve (2245) writes:
Eloquence, a woeful sort. Pure eloquence. This was beautiful. Overwhelmingly so. The last line caused me to shed an almost understanding tear..almost. Well done, dear.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, dying angel (1328) writes:
"he fading scent of oleanders purging their last breath"....i love the imagery in this. just one thing: spelling out the word instead of typing 'N' would really keep the flow going. anyways...


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, dying angel (1328) writes:
"For waltzing with fallen stars When I knew better Left to stare spellbound at stardust" so many beautiful lines. this was like a breath of fresh air when the world is falling.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, elisa (2018) writes:
beautifully cryptic........i always equate 'N' to Nitrogen (occupational hazard)......which happens to form 78% of the atmosphere.......anyways...i love it.


On Wednesday December 13th, 2006, elisa (2018) writes:
....the elisions....complement this piece .... i love it as is.



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