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Post by anna3 on Oct 14, 2006 5:03:05 GMT -6
I touched the sky yesterday Feeling you again So strongly merrily And today? I fell suddenly Because I didn't know What to say That would understand me One your smile Happiness Moment of hesitation And this " OK I will call you later " Charm splashed I am on the bottom I turn back I run away I dismiss all What to do? When you are so close And it hurts so strongly You gave me happiness But I don't know Will I survive This time Trying again Calling to your heart
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Post by dawness on Oct 15, 2006 11:01:01 GMT -6
love waits with agony... or ecstacy? poignant and heart-tearing, anns. thanks.
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Post by shell on Oct 16, 2006 11:18:29 GMT -6
ohhh Anna, haven't we all been in this Yearning heart-space? i adore how you zone in on what hurts, yet enlivens, most ...
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Oct 16, 2006 11:54:22 GMT -6
sometimes I have questioned that if indeed we are the ones to make it hurt even more so that at times, it takes so little to salve that pain...but it is the pain, the "fire in the gut" that drives us more than the satiation of a well placed hand, kiss..et cetera et cetera...
so many times, I watch this action in people, in myself, as if there is some end-solution completion to make an absolute, which to my many years of searching is just one of the many really good looking and seeming mirages in the desert of love..under a spreading blue eyed sky, all that was waiting is waiting to be wet in the rain, to be burning in the light of day to taste the quench of one single drop of pure liquid redemption, if we say it all fits like a glove, then we say, sometimes, it must be love...
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