Monday, October 03, 2005

You're the Air in my Atmosphere

Like Water from heaven, I feel you moving through me.
The drops are coming today, like the ache in my bones. The tightening, and the releases.
Days to sit in front of the fireplace and just watch the flames contemplating another year, and another door.
Imagine the tunnel moving faster, then spinning this way and that, and the colours of your world changing to tell you what your life is. Defining the words, the laughter, the emotions. Defining your tears. Imagine each tear could tell you how to make you happy, imagine that tears could grow.
Flowers that smell so sweet, you can't breathe past the beds, and when you step out of the perfume the clarity of the air almost searing.
Can anyone make alone look pretty?

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