arctic-stranger
Waiting for July
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This is my 1000th post, and i figured i would inflict some poetry on you. This is for the French Girl, of course.
Try not to smile, my love,
And only then encounter
Pleasant failure.
I feel your soul in the
Deep places of your heart
And on your face,
Bubbling up with laughter and tears,
Framed in easy obedience.
This secret world we share,
Secrets within secrets,
Reaches from heart to heart
Bridging a continent,
Folding time and space
Into impatient unity,
Making NOW a blessing
And a curse.
The wide freedom of the future
Calls us,
And scares us with the known,
And the unknown
Possibilities.
But we run to it,
As we run to salvation,
Running in rhythm
The pace of our footfalls
Set to the heartbeat of hope.
My life is bound in
Memories of your smiles
And of your tears,
And of the range of emotion and devotion
That lies between the toothy half mooned smile
And the salty trails of love that flow down your cheeks.
And you are bedded deep down in my soul,
And you are large enough
And deep enough
To fill the Alaska of my longings
And my desires,
And to abide with me in the
Open plains of the future.
Try not to smile, my love,
And only then encounter
Pleasant failure.
I feel your soul in the
Deep places of your heart
And on your face,
Bubbling up with laughter and tears,
Framed in easy obedience.
This secret world we share,
Secrets within secrets,
Reaches from heart to heart
Bridging a continent,
Folding time and space
Into impatient unity,
Making NOW a blessing
And a curse.
The wide freedom of the future
Calls us,
And scares us with the known,
And the unknown
Possibilities.
But we run to it,
As we run to salvation,
Running in rhythm
The pace of our footfalls
Set to the heartbeat of hope.
My life is bound in
Memories of your smiles
And of your tears,
And of the range of emotion and devotion
That lies between the toothy half mooned smile
And the salty trails of love that flow down your cheeks.
And you are bedded deep down in my soul,
And you are large enough
And deep enough
To fill the Alaska of my longings
And my desires,
And to abide with me in the
Open plains of the future.