Guest guest Posted March 24, 2001 Report Share Posted March 24, 2001 Mira and Mark, Mark and Mira II Like the chick picking at the shell Like the worm in its cocoon I perceive the light I am afraid of too much reality glowing through the cracks the irresistible flaming candle of your beckoning Like the chick picking at the shell Like the butterfly out of its cocoon I feel the urge I cannot resist the blue flame of your heart knowing I was made to fly knowing I must flail my new wings into ashes Oh Beloved Oh beloved Bless me with the final courage I am your shadow fluttering around you to receive the measure of this gift of birth if you kiss me I will burn so that we might sail spread these golden wings of freedom past sorrow on platinum wings beat into transparency Oh Beloved Oh Beloved Bless me with the final courage Bless me with the courage of the infant to dive into the uncharted abyss to soar into the uncharted beyond and dissolve into nothingness and so dissolving transcend nothingness Then glide with me into eternity Come wing with me beyond emptiness itself Where the soft winds of your love where the gentle lips of our higher love meet whisper the glory of this gift screaming with joy that a new beloved has been born Where the soft winds of your love Where the holy fire in your breasts impel this dance of joy conducts a delicate symphony of ecstasy Where the soft winds of your love Where the violent passion of our love uphold these golden wings forever forges our wings of dust into pure water Glide with me into eternity refining our mortality into a precious alloy Where the whispers of my gratitude Where the cymbals of our mutual compassion can be truly endless whirl, sparkle and crash forever, forever, forever Mira Mark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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