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Pixie Dust
Tonight i know the moon to be God
and i look to him to bring me news of you
How do the tears lie across your cheeks
as you dream?
Do visions of me dance behind your eyelids
as you slumber?
Am i a firefly?
Am i a tiny glowing speck of gold
you hold out your hands to catch?
But then again, i am no more than dust
A plume of fading nights
sifting, sifting
Falling through your beautiful fingers
in an instant or less
But no, speak to me if you can
Tell me of forever spent held against your breast
Of shiny things
that part your lips and mine
Of gathering the dust up off the floor
To imbue your skin with flecks of gold
To treasure for countless ages
to last, to last
to wither the barren test of time
Oh speak to me of this tonight
and lend my derelict heart a piece of comfort
Oh speak to me wherever you are
A tear under the watchful eye of the moon
For tonight i know God
i know you
beautiful
WOW this is freakin awesome. i just don't understand how you can write such beautiful poems... you amaze me! is there a certain place/time you usually write? how do you get ideas for poems? i gotta have some details! i probably sound like an obsessed little girl or something...i'm sorry!
brittany~
simple, perhaps, but i like it. you look for someone to share with... perhaps you've found one... i hope to hear from you soon.
Destiny
stephen,this is exquisite,i know what youre sayin here,i have this now!(first young love,its beautiful,makes me shiver!)i love the line "of shiny things,that part your lips and mine" you convey the essential emotions of life in the most astounding ways! "to imbue your skin with flecks of gold" i love that! write more soon,i miss you posting. bye bye boyka