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Hazy Veil
A prison for me
without the bars.
Inside my own heart,
with all of it's scars.
I cannot escape,
although I want to.
I'd run to your arms.
while the wind carried me
to your loving arms of safety.
I see no simple way out
of this one woman prison.
There are chains holding me,
but I still have my vision
of you and I alone on a hillside
and a field of sweet lilacs.
My vision of you
it always breaks through
the breeze gently hums a love song
that is glimmering with tones of you.
You reached right into my heart.
You found the real me not just some crazy girl
in several parts.
In fact you dared go one farther...
you attempted to fix the parts and place them together
into a lovely array.
Like a master tailor
you had your work cut out for you.
Stitching all of the hurt away
and getting poked by the needles of my words and temper at times.
But you never gave up.
You blew the wistful wind my way.
I feel your breath upon it today.
Please never let your wind stop crying for me
Please give me kisses in moonlit places.
And stroke me with your silken veils of rapture.
My love, set me free.
without the bars.
Inside my own heart,
with all of it's scars.
I cannot escape,
although I want to.
I'd run to your arms.
while the wind carried me
to your loving arms of safety.
I see no simple way out
of this one woman prison.
There are chains holding me,
but I still have my vision
of you and I alone on a hillside
and a field of sweet lilacs.
My vision of you
it always breaks through
the breeze gently hums a love song
that is glimmering with tones of you.
You reached right into my heart.
You found the real me not just some crazy girl
in several parts.
In fact you dared go one farther...
you attempted to fix the parts and place them together
into a lovely array.
Like a master tailor
you had your work cut out for you.
Stitching all of the hurt away
and getting poked by the needles of my words and temper at times.
But you never gave up.
You blew the wistful wind my way.
I feel your breath upon it today.
Please never let your wind stop crying for me
Please give me kisses in moonlit places.
And stroke me with your silken veils of rapture.
My love, set me free.
Published 30th May 2012
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30th May 2012 4:59pm
I love it. Its amazing and if i was to listen to someone read it out to me, i would dream while awake. Beutiful
30th May 2012 9:02pm
Anonymous
30th May 2012 6:37pm
Oh, for kisses in moonlit places!
Nice write fcxx.
Strider
Nice write fcxx.
Strider
30th May 2012 9:03pm
30th May 2012 9:40pm
Another truly wistful piece fc with beautiful imagery and a wonderful pen. :)
30th May 2012 10:40pm
30th May 2012 10:43pm
The strength of the shackles and chains that bind and retain us as prisoners of our own minds is quite astounding. The optimism of escape slowly dissipates over time until all that is left for the mind to see is an encased future. But, in a splinter of the mind's eye, in the tiniest mote of light, there is an alternative to see or that can be shown to you. No chains will ever fully restrain a dreamers soul or prevent their spirit from being carried to unknown people, unknown destinations, whenever you feel the need.
Close your eyes, sweet Lady, feel the delicate breath of warm summer air wafting over you, teasing you playfully and lifting your soul, your spirit, your inner being up high into the swirling winds of Possibility and Uncertainty and allow The Gods to realign your thread. It has become twisted and knotted but just needs a little loving care and attention to ease it lose again, to allow your possible futures to come into being again.
I know you don't believe in the thread that has been woven, that you don't grasp the ideas of having your own personally allotted weave containing every emotion, every skill, every possible outcome, already inside you from birth(try to imagine DNA as being an implanted thread.)
You have an immense talent in your ability to create whole landscapes of imagery, demonstrate your exquisitely delicate touch when writing of love and loss, and can purr and growl like a wanton, depraved beast when you release your exotically erotic side.
Burn with hope, burn with desire and burn with love Princess, most of all, burn with love.
D xxxx
Close your eyes, sweet Lady, feel the delicate breath of warm summer air wafting over you, teasing you playfully and lifting your soul, your spirit, your inner being up high into the swirling winds of Possibility and Uncertainty and allow The Gods to realign your thread. It has become twisted and knotted but just needs a little loving care and attention to ease it lose again, to allow your possible futures to come into being again.
I know you don't believe in the thread that has been woven, that you don't grasp the ideas of having your own personally allotted weave containing every emotion, every skill, every possible outcome, already inside you from birth(try to imagine DNA as being an implanted thread.)
You have an immense talent in your ability to create whole landscapes of imagery, demonstrate your exquisitely delicate touch when writing of love and loss, and can purr and growl like a wanton, depraved beast when you release your exotically erotic side.
Burn with hope, burn with desire and burn with love Princess, most of all, burn with love.
D xxxx
30th May 2012 11:26pm
I am stunned at this beautiful review Waggy..truly! This review is way more beautiful than my poem. You are such a dear person(obviously). I notice how you always take the time in your many reviews to really understand and delve into what the writer you are reading is trying to convey and portray. That alone is a gift that is immeasurable dear man..Thank you from the bottom of my many times troubled and hurting heart Waggy. You inspire me to keep pushing my pen..Thanks! you are a dear person, Firecrackerxx
