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Surrender
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 03:26:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Surrender me.
My heart is the waterof the river that runsalong the emptiest night.
The stars are my fever and reedthat dip and sing among the sands.
Had I ever known such depths;the dust of my love is spat from the shadowof thine eyes;thy shadow swells, and casts no longer into thy depth.
What have I unto thy beauty sought?
What treasure more than thy fingerupon thy fastened lips?
Wouldst thou in thy love considerthy clarity;wouldst thou, against thysweetest breath, open thine own heart and findthyself confined?
What is my love then, if I surrendernot, that thine own love be castasunder and whither in my repression.
There are those loves that, as the mighty thunders bellow and trumpet their fury, face ahead and heave against theirown intrepid light.
We are not of that love.
No, we are of the tiniest watersto play among the surf that, of its own regard, withdraws,and sweeps away the sand.
And we are the songs of the sons of the deadthat stumble and choke with broken voice;and we are their tears that smolder and grow.Surrender me!
Thou art the light that burdens no shadow,and I am the shadow that falls claimto the night; what gift might I givemore than thine own acquittal.
Might I say I love and with open arms adore, and break thy wings that thou shall never soar again?
Is it not in thy desire to know the sky again;is it not in thy heart to broaden thy wings and touch the moon again?
Thine hour is upon thee; thy choice is fluttered near,tethered gentle petal, to trust thy waters clearand sip thy boundless love.
Suffer not thine eyes upon me, let thy sight lay forward and above,and falter nothing in thy stead.
For my love of thee, I hold my arms outspread,that in thy troubled times, thou may lookbehind and see that I have also bled.
My love is to be shadow cast upon the vacancies of light,my light the darkness of the darkest night;I walked among the lilies beside the waters end,I drank of the moon, and of all the stars descendone bright against my breast;and by it I have slept; and by it I have weptand kissed so gently and sought to keep its breath.But alas! From the seizure of my heart, to the calamity of land, I could not bear thee, thy love upon my hand.
And now, to complete thee, the fierce and frozen plumethat draws the sunlight to thy face,I find myself afraid.
Thou art the silver night riding over the empty plain;the moonlight over the shattered waters,thy locks unfold against the currents of the spring;the song of thy son is a beautiful love,and it is written, and it is done.
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iodinelove
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2004-11-19 15:26:54]
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Re: Surrender
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by Stonedraider23 on
Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 04:53:41 AM AEST
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| pretty good kinda long fer me but thats me.. I thought i was in a shakespear play or sumthin |
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Re: Surrender
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by Gothchyk on
Tuesday, 27th December 2005 @ 09:47:26 PM AEST
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| wow, this left me in awe, its so different from your other works but it is amazing. So deep and emotional, Great job. |
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