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Date Posted: 21:34:25 08/10/01 Fri
Author: Lost Soul.
Subject: Write for me.

Write me of love,
you asked,
as the gums wavered in the breeze,
dropping leaves burnt brown and gold,
into the flowing waters at our feet.

So I wrote,
painting emotion with broad brush strokes,
dipping my pen in colors red,
colors blue,
painting words,
for me and you,
I wrote of love,
love lost,
lovers cost,
I wrote and the words shimmered with Inner Light,
I wrote and the words bled pain and blight,
as every love is want to do,
as has the love,
of me and you.

Write me of sadness,
you asked,
as the single falcon,
winged above us,
a plaintive call,
all that marked his passing,
solitary.

So I wrote,
my words flowing across the page,
dripping over the edges,
splashing upon us,
I wrote of alone,
of need and desire,
of loss and abject despair,
it was all there,
all the soft tears I have cried,
all the times the sages lied,
the words cried themselves
off my page,
and flowed into the clear waters at our feet.

Write me of hope,
you asked,
as the sister moon,
glowed in your eyes,
hiding the times,
you cried for me,
to me,
about me.

So I wrote,
the words backlit with shades of green,
flickering as an insect wing,
casting iridescent hue on the page,
I wrote of age,
young and old,
love made bold,
I wrote of chances taken,
not forsaken this time,
my words set fire to the page,
and tendrils licked along my fingers,
I wrote hope for us.

Write me of what's to come,
you asked,
as the wind placed her breath on you,
making your hair flare
and dare to be free around you.

So I wrote,
but the page stays bare,
many times I've written lines,
but the futures not mine,
to write.

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Re: Write for me. -- Ian B Saxon, 15:49:15 08/12/01 Sun
Re: Write for me. -- Flying Colors, 12:14:03 08/13/01 Mon