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You have to remember your steps do not echo on deaf ears and in stillness, silences meld with solaces Full heart, it cannot close and in your eyes swirl most delicate flecks of Gold. You have to know that those you love are those that see all that I know in you Resonate every grain even though synthetic lies beneath wrapped yarn and when pain floods through light Please. Take your path for on it is nothing but Gold.

Know That I love you. When autumn sun rises and kisses the night sky farewell, Know that I love you. When late night's breeze tickles your tender cheek pink, Know that I love you. As long as the winding river that takes my soul along each gentle ridge in the river bend, Let my love be the bridge that guides you safely over the soft tides. And should other hands take yours, And should other eyes hold you so delicately in each gentle laugh line's crease, Let my arms be those you drift into when you lay your sleeping head amongst the stars, And let my lips be those yours, so soft and tender, find in the late winter's c

There are days I want to run screaming into the night, but then I remember what's down the road for me, and I can't seem to go anywhere but forward. I am depleted I am careworn.. these hands, swollen, and calloused.. but I am so in love, tightness in my chest that flows through me like a deep mahogany rich in caramel melody. I never thought I'd fall this in love you like the yarn loves the rosewood in warm tones that resonate like the arches in Rome. I want to sink into your arms like a sweet melody and it's a giant fluffy blanket while my eyelids lower to let dreams fill with the harmony.

I once asked a composer, "Where do you draw from?" as the tidal waves of his rhythms and his melodies crashed over my head. Where do you draw from, that something so strong can come from your fingertips. Something that speaks of a beyond, profound as the rising sun, yet silent as black notes on paper, that gyrate like snowflakes in the middle of July. The first time I met you I melted, just like the snowman under those fireworks with all those notes swirling. I never thought I'd find you yet there you were, waiting, while a child ran through the house with chopsticks, pretending everything in sight was a drum. Waiting

I thought of you as the nail polish crackled on my toes, spreading across the surface the same way water floods dry desert plains, thirsty for droplets that waited to fall; Just like I waited for you as the sun dropped beneath the horizon while crumpled leaves danced across my feet like ballerinas in a tornado. I need you unnervingly, exhaustingly so.. It is what keeps those memories coming back in such a fluid nature. But the melody keeps me warm. Rich chords; enveloping as a hot shower on a cold morn. Tidal waves of violet, maroon and caramel, spackeled with droplets of silver. How peaceful, as it all trickles down. But when it'

Brown eyes murky, stained-glass windows to the worn-leather sole Heavy eyes because the red inside is so dense that these weathered veins trudge on broken soles down twisting, writhing, ashen roads. They long to run, to move timelessly again, to feel the blazing, green adrenaline pulsing in all directions. Run, to where the earth stretches itself out, to where the sky and land meet in the most tender kiss of light, of fate, and the burn, the bright crimson burn that's lived in these fibers since the dawn. Trust, my child, and your stumbling, running legs will no longer feel that burn that will remit to floating over stars t

i want no more your silver stillicide is just; tapping in the midnight cools of dawn are just; Glory, in Just; all I am, in delicate, no i won't, she said, I won't.. serene, quiet tears, can't breathe; no more its just; the colder the colds the more it falls the more they fall argen          t           droplets. and its all just; empty sheets and blue precipices on violet efflux you're just silver specks on sapphired breath A matter [just] of stepping forward[one] [more] Or fall            on bro                        ken t r                                   o                                

Tell me you're of no beauty I'll say otherwise Such celest so serene, innocent in Glory, could not disguise; In delicate hands all I am in gentle crimson caressed, Sweet embrace and cerulean scents In grace, kept I dressed. Behind gentle lids among which mine door'lifs flutter doth deep beauty soar, Cascading among shuddered celests Beyond dashed darks as though none'd passed, Until to rest in my arms once more