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[title] => Absorbing Twilight
[time] => 2010-05-14 06:37:00
[hometext] => .....and with it comes an emptiness that only dreams could fill ~
[bodytext] => “Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher ~ *~ Limited, my tears drown in the sorrow of emptiness– even the air no longer breathes There is a quiet in this world that does not persuade the muse; does not regard imagination; does not bring, but a burning loneliness and it all but halts the rapid beating of the deepest ache life does not alter until I hear that soft dulcet sound; words from a voice so impossibly in tune, that it melts all distance between us The delicate coo, so melodious it trumps the nightingale’s call, takes me in its strong but gentle arms and fires my soul My life soars into crushing delirium I have never known such freedom I am drawn to your heat Bold colours drip from every cleft lining the night and my tears with luxurious remembrance (the absent air seems otherwise intolerable) But your sweetness scents my bed ushering my dreams with little effort dawn rushes and I awaken to sun drenched sheets that sigh for lack of you ~ Morning and all that I retain is the taste of your smile and the promise of your irrepressible occupation, to colour my world and sing me into tomorrow ~**~**~**~ [comments] => 8 [counter] => 541 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Breezy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 30 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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