16 May 2012
There is a chill in the air, I feel it on my cheek... A little darkness, so timid and meek... It touches me on my face...gently caresses my hair... Cradle my head between palms of care. Shoo away all my fear of a nightmare... She knows...she knows the fear of fear is worse, far more rare. So she just traps the mares..catches them in discreet snares.
All the while there is a weight, in my throat bottom going dry, For all the beautiful moon and stars, I feel cranky like wanting to cry. A silhouette of the trees dancing before me, in the moonlight by... A Jack of Hearts, dancing from his pack of cards, jeering me on to lie.. Lie and say she didn't put her palms on my ears, and did silently sigh.
But in my dreams, it is her, disappearing though I never took my eyes off her, Vanishing among the cherry blossoms, while she smiles, melting the ice in my heart to water.. Without her, I wouldn't have slept for this many nights... I may have just stayed awake, curled into a ball, crying into my blanket so cold. Like the cold in the wet summer dews, or the coloured fireflies that soothes, The fireflies, glow inside , glowing inside your body while never never giving any heat, Just always being so cold none ever understand, but just stand...and watch...
The beautiful moon and the stars dwindle, and Im slowly seeing double.. In her arms with care , and an every second kindle, my assurance that there's someone there... I feel safe i cuddle on her lap, her warmth and sweet innocent beauty flooding me bare... I...i....then i know i needn't fear for what nightmares may face me...for in every one of them, she'll be there...smiling at me...
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