everyday eclipse by Indigo Tempestait is darktime when the light is leaving across the paths we cross our stars which shine and shape us into dreams.
tonight is full with scents of dandelion and frost to inhale my mind is on you but i am far from home.
while the wind is inviting i build a house in your imagination at your front door and you come in to whisper me down. to hold me is a burning forest and a mossy well you do it well and with kindness.
your branch brittle dries in my dream splintered through, falling down i wither i go into the unknown i emerge i am clean i am wisdom i am the penumbral shadow on the moon. 11/25/2002 Posted on 11/26/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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Posted by Agnes Eva on 03/31/03 at 06:33 PM this is very lovely. i especially enjoy your line "to hold
me is a burning forest and a mossy well" -it's a great analogy to that feeling of delicious sexiness.
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Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/05/05 at 08:08 PM ah, la luna... you do her well... this made me smile... blessings... |
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