fate slips tenderly between
dream
&
desire,
coaxing truths:
a longing,
for what is so near.
a reminder,
of ambition bred in fear.
a love
so simple, pure, and true.
a love,
joyfully shared with you.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
once more, something new
hurtling haphazard
into the depths of familiarity.
leaving happenstance behind
to mourn the absence of your light.
whispers crawl
up
your neck as
joy
tumbles over an
impetuous smile.
yet this too
shall pass.
Ria Rainbow
Dawn grasps
a wistful
smile as
Night slips sullenly
away,
dodging that spark
of tomorrow
painting the hills
with hope
and flame.
and above it all,
a bridge to pleasure.... leading
to treasure
unimaginable.
and so wish,
as you always should, and
follow that dream back
to
you.
selfish
in the small hours
underneath
Candlelight's waver, and
in between Heron's gorgeous squawk
and starlight whispers,
I find you
again.
right here,
so close
to me.
so I slip back,
hurtling gently once more
into the depths of our love.
still waiting
if only the darkness could feel
this silence...
but perhaps
so much fear, and loneliness, and
hope
live here
because Shadow knows
too well
the doubts and demons which float
among
the other things.
mais ventos
wild & glorious,
powerful and
beautifully wicked in her fury.
yet in surrender,
I find serenity,
and yearn for more.
ventos da ria
swirling histories collide
twixt
mist
and
stone
a thousand souls
wander
below,
seeking purchase
in dreams, hoping
to return...
to return to,
what never will be
so perhaps
my dear,
we shall meet anon,
ere the moon escapes
us
once more
waiting on midnight
howling silence
tears through the emptiness.
hope slips
dangerously near.
winter's long night
pauses in fear.
and peace reigns,
mercilessly.
mtoto
this silence,
pressing
so
firm
against me that
each
breath slips me
deep...
deep...
deeper
into where
I fear
to return.
so far
away from you,
yet
so intimately near
to
everything,
I find you
again,
in the heart
of me.
and finally,
once again,
I
am
free.
smile
tiny expanse
of untold possibility
set ablaze
by a single
spark of
unadulterated joy.
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