I thought a lot about you today. This simple act nearly killing me, for an incredible ache built to a trembling crescendo - Knocking the air from my lungs and leaving my legs weak, so that I had to sit - Curling my knees up against my throbbing chest. The sky so perfect and bright, yet I felt so shadowed in your absence. And I could not end the rolling thoughts, like thunder resounding over the empty meadow, hurting all the while. I prayed that soon, very soon, I'd find you there, just over the hill, and you would ease this ache away.
dragonpoe 9/15/07
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 14:50, 2007-09-15
-- Edited by Lady Poe at 18:57, 2007-09-16
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Good Morning, Johnny. Thank you for stopping in, it's been a while! I like this poem, it holds meaning for me, and the picture just kind of gave a clear visual to what was going on in my mind. Glad you liked. You need to post something new!
~Lady Poe
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"..I don't care for your fairytales... - Sara Bareilles
