The Little Girl's Hymn

He conjures up miracles and magic, While I sort out reason and align logic; he clutches me tight incase I fall from this high, while I sit back and this rotten life passes me by... I see fairies, cupids, haloes, I walk chocolate mountains, dive lemonade fountains, bask in moonlight pouring mellow. In the distance of our star, magnetism of the sun so far; in the wind’s swirl, in our daughters' dresses when they twirl; in scarlet, claret red, in the ivory sheet of our bed; in the contours of faces that smile, in that extra mile; in everything I feel lost without you what do I do with this feeling now? it's so blue? And while poets congregate, as we walk the mazes of our fate; while lovers bleed steadfast, as the story teller sighs that breath, his very last; while Cezanne on the wall plays with my perspective, as our beasts continue to live: I love you- even when I curse, die, live, hurt and sore, I love you, a bit more, everyday more. For the sake of passing years filthy fights, silent nights, irrational fears; Just wanted to drop a line, to tell you what, I can't quite define. Stay well, that's all I can say, Will love you always, forever and a day...
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Morticia of Mirth said...

happy birthday!

weatherman said...

sighhhh.........now thats a birthday present!!