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Array ( [sid] => 127507 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Secret Life [time] => 2006-10-28 05:44:21 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The quiet rush of morning hasn’t started yet
Darkness still blankets the sky
But sleep has left me to my own devices
The hum of electricity and a dim light
I watch the words dance and sing
Your words, my words, our words
What do they mean in time and space
Mundane things, laughter, restlessness
Rain taps at the window drumming softly
A cadence of dreary tears
What if, I ask myself…
Allowing fantasy to take flight
That hawk who rules inside my head
Takes my soul to astounding heights
Where I am breathless

I land on my feet
Coffee brews sputtering a welcome
Dogs groan at first daylight
Tails wagging eager to be outside
Rain falls harder now, cold and insisting
I stretch and yawn
Leave my computer in favor of the kitchen
Coffee in my cup
You let the dogs out in a flurry of fur
The magic dispersed in a breath
My secret life
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Secret Life

Contributed by Merry on Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 05:44:21 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The quiet rush of morning hasn’t started yet
Darkness still blankets the sky
But sleep has left me to my own devices
The hum of electricity and a dim light
I watch the words dance and sing
Your words, my words, our words
What do they mean in time and space
Mundane things, laughter, restlessness
Rain taps at the window drumming softly
A cadence of dreary tears
What if, I ask myself…
Allowing fantasy to take flight
That hawk who rules inside my head
Takes my soul to astounding heights
Where I am breathless

I land on my feet
Coffee brews sputtering a welcome
Dogs groan at first daylight
Tails wagging eager to be outside
Rain falls harder now, cold and insisting
I stretch and yawn
Leave my computer in favor of the kitchen
Coffee in my cup
You let the dogs out in a flurry of fur
The magic dispersed in a breath
My secret life

Copyright Â© Merry ... [ 2006-10-28 05:44:21]
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Re: Secret Life (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 07:47:36 AM AEST
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There is a life we live for others...then there is the life we live ( or wish we could) for ourselves. Funny how rarely the two ever travel the same path eh? I loved this and more importantly...I understand.

Roses for my daisy
Larry

Re: Secret Life (User Rating: 1 )
by secretwind on Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 09:24:51 AM AEST
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I feel you on this poem
we live to serve
"others"

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