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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 © 2024 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| 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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