Slowly do the dream words grow wind
mural of vivid and scented enchantment
drapes across the aching stained wasteland
where the heart has shriveled,
pulse hardly felt,
mind withering from
the weakening tug
from the tearing talons
of feeling like falling
into a black hole.
Light caresses while
spellbound images waltz through the head
smiles and suns have mystical, inviting faces
hugs soothe so serenly,
sensing the spirit moving inward to a paradise,
life slowly reviving as more than dying in a box.
Magic tingles each never
thriving in the missing textures of day,
thought had completely fractured by so many tears.
For a moment, utterly alive in a new exotic refuge,
becomes the sensation simmering one's heart beat,
exhaling all the questions that were killing,
inhaling the euphoria of oneness so lovingly touched,
by the gentles strokes from,
breaths of rescue.
A contest entry
- Take me away by --Beautiful--.
685 points, ended March 19, 2007, 22 entries
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Theres some excellent wording you got going there, all sorts of things are going through my mind, lovely !
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Thanks dear. So happy you enjoyed it.
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I love the last stanza it a beautiful wording...Its funny you took the picture off my page...lots of people have done that so far and i like that you did it fits well. Thank you so much for entering and good luck!
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That is really such a great picture. I thought it was perfect for inspiration and just fit the poem too.
Thank you for all your kind comments and having such a great contest.
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A most beautiful sharing of your heart, my friend! Very well done! Thank you so much for sharing this; I wish you the best in this contest!
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Awww. You're so sweet. And fast too. Just managed to get it posted. Thank you.
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