in a faraway madness
of a distant memory
I'm suspended in time
and peer within

listen with me
is that music we hear?
or just a howling wind masquerading
tainted by some romantic notion
from some starry eyed soul
it will all work out somehow in the end

but is that how you learned it, too?
or is this all in my head
look how these angels all dance
on the head of this pen
the one in my hand
as I sit here and write
over and over
these same words spill forth
onto this parchment
here
deep in my soul

I know he's out there
somewhere
waiting for no one but me
he loves me
I know it!
he tells me
every night
when he stops by to dance

and together we dance all around all those night seasons
to the music of our souls
language of our hearts
he needs me
and wants me
he's mine
for always

here's where you'll find me
under the branches
out by the moonlight
basking in sunlight
waiting
its true ...

01/02/2007

Posted on 01/02/2007
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