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Post by AquarianM on May 28, 2009 7:05:16 GMT -5
At The Edge Of Sleep...
If a heartbeat could fly out of the shadows in the West, And a dream could swim in a sea of sunlight, I could dance on stardust, Listening to love played in soft notes, Hearing the perfect pitch of teardrops, Falling in joy at our feet.
The sky would be that perfect twilight prism, Black with stars and bands of red and blue, Comets would play in the heavens, Angels would rearrange the constellations, Drawing a heart Eros shot clean through, And while the setting sun is burning in your eyes, I'm thanking God my arms are full.
As the night fades to silence, Punctuated by a whispering breeze, I'll lie here with windows open holding your hand, Feeling touched by God just to hear you breathe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford © 03/03/2004
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Post by Ken Corbett on Apr 7, 2014 8:57:46 GMT -5
Opulence and grandeur abound in this piece. I like the last four lines. The first two stanzas are a heavy cream that borders on cloying sweetness.
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 12, 2014 18:56:00 GMT -5
Thank you, Ken. They come out as they do in the moment I'm writing.
Dan
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