Counting The Stars Of That Erstwhile Season

October 22, 2009
By ladymonster GOLD, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
ladymonster GOLD, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
The vastest things are those we may not learn.
We are not taught to die, nor to be born,
Nor how to burn
With love.
How pitiful is our enforced return
To those small things we are the masters of.
--Mervyn Peake

With the cold night's perfume clinging to me,
and winter lurking behind the autumn-colored leaves,
I'm shadowed by the new moon's shooting stars,
the memories of an eternity all too transient
which now cradle my heart in a bed of thorns,
nestling ill-fated lovers hope and despair
with silence-tempered patience--
and I know, in some hours, the sun will rise and illuminate
the phantom evidence of my stalkers,
their cosmic dust and soft laughter,
but until then, I stare up at my ceiling,
counting the stars of that erstwhile season

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on Nov. 1 2009 at 9:05 am
Grania PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
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This is lovely.


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