September 29, 2004
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rerun… but yes sir, I like it…
under stars of infinite hope
the shroud of disconnection lifted
soul, the candle;flesh,the lamp
the dream through evanescence sifted
I stand alone on the edge of a realization
digging my toes into the past-present-future
lives whose tendrils still twine with mine
in sands of memories yet to be
wherever tomorrow lies
it will take care of itself
love awaits
maybe somewhere under the same sky
maybe now
or maybe then
or quite possibly long ago
like light from a star
hope and love go forth in all directions
and wherever one stands is the center
perhaps my love will be seen
after I expire
my beacon to the watching night
a lighthouse to the open sky
here I stand apon this earth
that I may wake until I die
here is where I choose my battles
all that I am is all I give
sending out my subtle oath:
I live
I live
I live
…satori
Comments (8)
This is why there are stars on my ceiling…they are my stars of infinite hope.
And I… love
you, that is. You’re such a beacon, baby… so shiny! *reaches to pinch your cheeks but stops as he wonders which cheeks you were thinking he meant, then watches to see if you blush or not*
Timothy
Living’s a good thing, even when it’s not. If you see what I mean.
I go by the same name on Live Journal as i do here.
That conjures such lovely images and feelings of long-forgotten whimsy…
I like this a lot, too.
thank you so much for your comment today. mwah.
Satori indeed (in the Japanese sense of the word).
I happen to like reruns!