[pace upon the shoulder of my heart]

pace upon the shoulder of my heart those glimpses that smother my kindling thoughts sucked into an oblivion that is you but like oxygen you rush furiously through a roaring mind the creator of dancing, flickering flames- red in jealousy but an internal being that is a faint blue-white with purity burning into my soul ever lingering- you steal away silently as you had first came in the midst of one fairy night for she manipulates the winds she commands your heart Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 08:26 AM PST   10 • 0