Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Whether the haunting sound of song touched my soul or the memories failed to release their hold upon my heart, I felt an incredible ache of what could have been. Silence toyed with the mind and I felt inside a death from the silence. My head spinning and my heart weeping as I raced to the darkness, reaching and grasping to feel your embrace.

What trickery does thy heart play on the moment. To sense your very being, to beg to hold you tight, to dream the dreams of lovers, hand in hand through day and night. Tears of mixed confusion, trying to understand and caught in the abyss the storm alone commands. Damned be the moment, damned be the soul, for once a path is crossed damned be the fool.

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