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[title] => The Night Of Stars and Smoke - Fragments
[time] => 2008-12-30 11:04:40
[hometext] => Just fragments of what I hope will turn into something more...complete someday.
[bodytext] => There was this night, strange night of awakening… …and I have clung to the memory of it for so very long… …to every detail, every moment, every noise and sight and smell… …and the stars of it, and the smoke of it… ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ we don’t all get our night of stars and smoke. maybe most of us get a chance to look for someone, but… how many ever get a chance simply to look for “her”? …and still, shrouded in the evening’s fog she echoes away ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Tents and booths appear from the darkness of this humid night and there is such a freedom, such a sense of escape as I wander the streets alone… and yet, this same sense of being alone… …is haunting. Faces, and faces, and faces passing in the dark, and still I am alone, and watching to see if one of these faces… …to see if one of these faces is her… …and none ever are. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sitting at a musky picnic table I am reading love poems… both reading them to listen, but strangely, also reading them to speak… …and I know somehow that this night is not just a night, but a strange new beginning… …a beginning of a search, a question… …a quest. and these poems are floating now into the heavens, floating aimlessly as they try to fill the void you left when you never arrived… …yet. When will you arrive, love? When will you come home so that I can read you these poems… …so that I can write you poems of my own? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You do not rhyme, you do not rhyme, you do not rhyme at all!! No, you do not rhyme at all, and this weekend has not rhymed, and this lifetime has not rhymed, and these stupidly silly poems do not rhyme either… …and the call to breakfast was clear enough, my friend, without your rude awakening. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 31 [informant] => 3660Days [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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