endymion
I’m telling you, writers, artists will be sighing our love story for years to come, and generations will continue to be inspired by our legend. This love is growing in me its own evolution, and I feel it with every breath. No longer do I look for tragedies nor do I wish to be in one. Beside you I feel the galaxy taking a step forward and the constellations are within my reach. Sometimes I feel the stars are gazing at us instead of the other way round, as if they can see the brilliance illuminating from us when we’re together, enough to rival their luminosity. Maybe they know that after we’ve walked the earth hand in hand, we’ll be right up there with them, twin stars burning bright for all the nights to come.
That star you were running after was mine, and the star I wished upon was yours - and now here we are. What a sight to behold - my beautiful love bathed in the golw of the moon. I’ll never forget that night. I never felt more proud to be part of your world. You were like an angel of the night and when you held my hand i felt my wistfulness slowly dissipating in the blue light. My life is changing and my heart expanding in your hands.
Thank you.
Sentiments brought about by a warm cup of coffee. I feel so loved. I am.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)dorothy! dorothy!
by: princess mapula 10 yrs. old
9.
A downy pillow, on a soft bed
I rest, my eyes are shut but
My world is wide awake.
I hush myself but my head is noisy.
What day is it, anyway?
Is it a Tuesday again?
But I still feel like Monday.
The hair on my nape, I suspect,
Is keeping something from me.
A key-
to a silent surrender,
to another place,
more often than not, better than my room.
I shall see you there; this I am sure.
For in that place where I want to go,
Everything is beautiful,
And you are beautiful.
Don’t keep me up too late my muse,
The rooster is crowing,
Soon the sun too.
Is it really Tuesday?
I hope, like a praying mantis, you devour my noisy head tonight.
Because I don’t like Tuesdays.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)in the event that you permit
In the event that you permit
Me to have you as my muse; I shall sing.
For you are like a hundred muted whispers,
My silent cry no one will hear,
It comforts me that you listen,
But you do not know you listen.
For you are like a thousand neon lights,
You are a sea of blinking colors,
They blind my eyes so I can see more clearly.
For you bring to me a million words,
Surrounding me like a flock of wild birds;
I am a lonely tree they rest on,
To seek refuge on my welcoming hands.
For you show to me a billion stars,
The treasures of the cobalt night sky,
They streak the heavens to excite
The dull throb of the sinews of my body.
If you refuse, it is of no consequence.
I shall persist until my soul is extinguished.
And on that day, nothing shall be left,
None in my scattered papers,
None in the ebony ink of my pen,
None in my forgetful memory.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)My dear friend, what is this our life? A boat that swims in the sea, and all one knows for certain about it is that one day it will capsize. Here we are, two good old boats that have been faithful neighbors, and above all your hand has done its best to keep me from ‘capsizing’! Let us then continue our voyage — each for the other’s sake, for a long time yet, a long time! We should miss each other so much! Tolerably calm seas and good winds and above all sun — what I wish for myself, I wish for you, too, and am sorry that my gratitude can find expression only in such a wish and has no influence at all on wind or weather.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
-Salinger
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I wish she were here
To listen to my bitching
And enjoy this moon.
- Issa
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