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Three-Way Mirror
Contributed by
amalyna
on
Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 11:49:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I.
sometimes, I think I know you-
I guess we're all niave like that.
sometimes I think I love you-
but love is just a word, and words are infinitely inadaquate
to explain this
fire that burns within my raging heart
I am lost when I look in your eyes.
I am swallowed in your glance, your touch
what is this darkness? the emptiness is comforting to me
my heart yearns for release-
raging rivers of interminable force, gushing forth with the strength of the gods,
buring like the star that bursts into the night and shatters the fragile stillness.
you are the fire that lights my soul
supernova-
your love scalds my tender flesh.
I am ashes in your palm.
I am dust at your feet.
what is this fire?
I let the flames consume me.
take me, I give myself to you,
I am all I have-
and maybe less than that.
I am so tired of all this.
I don't want to do it anymore.
when does the warrior rest?
even the gods need their sleep,
eternal,
relentless.
pain is an ocean,
the waves are crashing upon the shores of my soul.
even the hardest rock, over time, will be eroded,
made smooth,
made perfect.
is that the purpose of this pain?
perhaps, like the rock, I too will be smoothed and polished,
worn down,
washed over,
dulled into defenselessness.
take me then, take my new perfection,
encase me in gold and wear me around your finger.
I must be worth a lot;
perfection, after all, is rare.
II.
city lights pass over our heads as we drive.
we have no destination,
we exist only in each other.
I will take you to my breast,
I will stroke your hair and dry your tears,
my lover
my father
my child
myself
I struggle to find the point where you end and I begin
the line is blurred.
everything is blurred.
I realize then that I am crying,
the tears are making it hard to see.
I have to tell you something:
I'm scared.
that's right, scared. afraid, terrified.
hush, it's a secret. no one can know.
not even you,
so you'd better forget I told you.
when will you take me to the place where there are no boundries?
where love's rays shine through the thunderclouds of pain,
and the living and the dead converse casually over a steaming cappuccino.
please, don't go.
don't make me follow.
three souls of the damned,
dancing and laughing through the scalding flames of hell,
father, son and unholy ghost.
I shiver with the irony,
and the cold.
I toss my cigarette and roll the window up.
it's chilly tonight.
I'm alive, I realize.
otherwise I wouldn't be feeling the cold.
it amuses me the suprise I feel at this realization.
after all, I know I'm not dead.
I know a lot of things.
I know you.
I love you.
I am you.
in the distance, three souls of the damned are dancing in the moonlight.
sleep now,
close your tired eyes.
I cannot,
I have battles to fight.
bravely, I take my sword and turn to face the demons of your soul.
I hear your peaceful snoring there beside me.
I take my first blind swing.
it's going to be a long night.
Copyright ©
amalyna
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2004-04-14 23:49:21]
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Re: Three-Way Mirror
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by emystar on
Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 12:04:57 AM AEST
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Wow you've taken your own unique style and created a timeless masterpeice.
You hooked me with the title.
Great work of art.
luv, huggs,
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