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[time] => 2016-06-14 18:37:36
[hometext] => I was a shadow - I vanished - I did not choose nor stop it but it happened - I am so sorry michelle - you will always be a friend in my heart.I wept as I wrote this for you. I wrote it just now as I post it. It is in its rough original stroke but yours
[bodytext] => Shelby I was gone so many years A vagabond who vanishes in the night Tied down and beaten cast into the lot and tied to the mast as I sailed away I could not fathom the depths of my loss My friends abandoned to the shore so it seems So callous the vagabond has become they must think. I could only stare into the night and pray that my darling Michelle Could look upon the same stars and know I was not without her. She danced in my thoughts swirling in the rain as I wept Hands restrained I could not reach out Lips sewn shut I could not speak I was just gone. Like I never existed but in your mind. Oh Michelle I have seen you often a pirouette turned perfectly in the storm the rain falling from the sky In sadness was not but from your cheeks Oh to have been able to gently brush the tears with my palm to warm you with my heart to let you know it would be ok that you can dance on in any torrent or pain. You can live on and see the sun in my eyes someday for I shall escape and return to tell you I love you my friend. But I did tell you as I grasped the moon with my eyes and held it in my heart My dancer there to share the glow of that which could not be crushed. I am alive still and my heart it still beats though beaten it may have been and you I have always treasured My dear friend You are the treasure I would not sell not for freedom not for any price. Even if you hate me for my magic my disappearance I shall treasure you A ghost whose shadow was all that could be remembered. But it was not by my magic It was the darkness that took me and in darkness I lived Chained without voice Chained without love Even a beggar can reach out and wave But I was not allowed that My captors made sure I would sink into the darkest of waters dead and forgotten. I could not rise I could not swim No down deep in the mud I wallowed as the timbers rotted but rot they did And time won me to surface eight years too late. But chains do not rot so quickly they bind me still and they wretch my soul to rust and to weep . --wheels-- [comments] => 5 [counter] => 413 [topic] => 48 [informant] => wheels [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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