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Till It's Eclipse Time
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In The Years Since how you long to escape the sunshine
begging for an eclipse,
you'd settle for a cloud
an albatross not happy to see itself
you fly off the pier
searching across calm waters
far and wide
for brutal waves
to wash you under, wash you away
from the smile that always betrays
when you get comfortable
with it on your face
i like the glow of your joy
breaking through with a new dawn
reaching to brush back hair
strands from your perking cheeks
you just push my hand away
it's okay,
it's not that there's a blight
on the fruit,
either way
but you long to escape the sunshine
begging for an eclipse
you'd settle for a cloud
lightning in a bottle
to drink up,
get the shock over with
and drown
for brutal waves
to wash you under, wash you away
from a smile that always betrays
why live, you say,
when you have to die?
i guess it's simple, to me,
since we have to meet death,
either way
so come and live with me,
till then
fill our memories with sight,
till it's eclipse time
One of the beauties of poetry
One of the beauties of poetry is that as we fade into eternity what remains of ourselves shall have been given the opportunity to live on in our poetry.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
That can be, yes. I'm on the
That can be, yes. I'm on the fence about words living on, seeing as how often the dead are misquoted to support misdeeds of the living, and other times their words censored and replaced with a new voice that takes their old name ; )
As am I for the very same
As am I for the very same implications and possibilities. But I realise that this gift of articulation can and has been utilised for centuries and find that it could be very 'easy' to join in the merry swill. With so many avenues and venues these days, any revisers or misquoters and flamers even will find themselves put to the task if they so much as deign to besmirch you. As it has been said, (paraphrase) sufficient to the day is the trouble it brings with it.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver