October 28, 2009
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™Deyja of the omens™
©K.R.N©eye trust the mirror that is the water as it reveals to eye
into the wind's winding limbs
as elder oaks dance
at the joy of a clapping new born
touching the spark of the first
of many circle
as the hour glass lets go
a grain free falling waiting
for the rest to follow
white rivers of clouds
days of wonder and joy
as part of eye smiles
at getting older
watching
another
play
without
reserve
for anything else
bubble of reality known
as their whole circle
eye wish with all my heart
they hold onto that feeling forever
till the day they give and travel
to visit their crazy uncle that is eye
who by then will have moved behind
the wide gates of the roaring silence
*
it is rather hard for me to express anything other then joy
when it comes to thinking about the muse in my life
she is after all the only light which burns without fuel
the fuel being a piece of myself in return.......
eye give her nothing but myself
as it is... without any additives
as organic as one can be
is what we sip
from each other
even with
everyone
else in the world
smiling and waving
at me each morning
eye feel nothing
but if she
leaves
a message
with just a smiley face
and it will turn my whole day around
*
can one give their life to someone else
without giving up themselves eye wonder
*
eye have talked about magic
the universe to the uni-verse
from the fire that burns
to the bitterness of winters bite
to the pale frame of my youth
yet eye have yet
too in my ten year search
to piece together the book
that elusive book
yet its funny eye know
my first book will be
the one eye want to publish
but it will be my second book
that will sea the light of day
how do I know this
fore it is the price
eye pay for having
such a typical
sound
I sound like any
dreaming wandering
20 something year old
who will not face
truth in that
maybe
destiny
will not be knocking
any time soon
fore the calling
that is to be the ethos
of my life should be
found when it is
found right
to plant
meanings
is something
fore the mad
fore life is
never fully
in ones
control
only
our
motions
to emotions
called reactions
*
Comments (1)
The first line is classic:
eye trust the mirror that is the water as it reveals to eye
The second line truly a dance:
into the wind's winding limbsas elder oaks dance
And it all follows through from beginning to end.
Peace~
PS) I can't ever get the HTML thing to work right
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