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And they had thought themselves

 

Poets and mystics,

 

For they had buried themselves

 

In each other's good graces

 

And loved themselves into

 

Another shape, another skin,

 

Painstakingly etched in the wonder of a starry night

 

When grass was green

 

And wild birds flew

 

Sapphire skies

 

In the age of crickets, their love songs

 

They were already wrong

 

When her touch, his touch

 

Burned

 

Into the deepest part of their earth

 

Where they made love,

 

Oh, how they made love

 

As the tides turned,

 

Rolled out to sea.

 

 

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

1/2/06

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wrote:

>

> And they had thought themselves

>

> Poets and mystics,

>

> For they had buried themselves

>

> In each other's good graces

>

> And loved themselves into

>

> Another shape, another skin,

>

> Painstakingly etched in the wonder of a starry night

>

> When grass was green

>

> And wild birds flew

>

> Sapphire skies

>

> In the age of crickets, their love songs

>

> They were already wrong

>

> When her touch, his touch

>

> Burned

>

> Into the deepest part of their earth

>

> Where they made love,

>

> Oh, how they made love

>

> As the tides turned,

>

> Rolled out to sea.

>

>

>

>

> YIL,

> Ana

>

> 1/2/06

>

 

 

LOVED UNTO ETERNITY

 

 

When the sands of time

 

Reach the end

 

It shall be written that the honour

 

Belonged to the living and the dead

 

For it is written in the pages

 

Of Destiny, at first glance, a priori

 

In the knowing of name

 

A flowering of being

 

There comes such a thing as benediction

 

For God has made love with life once again

 

And the I am is worn

 

Fits ever-so-perfectly

 

And yet forsaken and oft broken

 

Pummeled

 

Unheeded

 

Bleeding from the pores,

 

Where pomegranate and frankincense

 

Stir the soul

 

In the dawning

 

Of Light

 

In the longing of sunflowers

 

In the waning of the moon,

 

Having Fallen

 

Into silver buckets,

 

Spilling, flowing

 

Cascading

 

Into endless seas.

 

 

 

 

YIL,

 

1/3/06

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