Ooft.
You word me and it's beautiful
And I'm left waiting for the next
Exquisitely written notion
As though our minds are synchronised
To the same rise and fall in thought
And when the conversation is over
So are we.
Like the ending to a perfect song
Rapture exists in a fleeting movement
in the transition from one chord to the next
an arpeggio of ideas, flowing
and coming to a complete, satisfied stop
The cadence, the punctuation.
It's uncomplicated, there's no room
for personal trifles, angry silences
the things we speak of are so
steeped in tragedy, in reality
that refuses to apologise for what it is
We have no time for judgements,
attraction, pursuit, lusty endeavours
too caught up in the fire that grows
in our bellies and our minds
Thinking all the time.
Feeling beyond you and me.
Bigger than just you and me and us.
Goodbye. Goodbye. Until next time.
Until we rally for something huge.
Until then, goodbye.
And I'll sign off with a song for a change (though I only really have 2 avid readers, tops, but that's okay, I'll keep on writing :P )
So this is for my family- by birth and by friendship.
And for you Ami :) Given I'm freezing here in in Canberra...
When It's Cold Outside...
Love, love and more love.
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