By Myra Lochner
at night as the breath of lulled voices drift into veiled sleep turning the tired day into filtered dreams the throbbing mortal heart which lies suspended is resurrected: dancing the Golden Waltz with eternal wings myra Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 07:23 PM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 12 • 8
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"at night..."
Author:Myra Lochner
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"at night..." by Myra Lochner
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"Oh Love! You have written your words in water; cradled in the hollows of Silence and in cupped hands of compassion ... drifting on shimmering secrets. The incomprehensible depth of the Soul translate..."
"dawn rudely aroused an agitated dog barking at his lonely echo myra Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 06:40 AM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 19 • 10"
"mid-morning ritual doves doing dove-like things: cooing ... fawning wings myra Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 06:57 AM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 19 • 10"
"His delicate fingers trace confessions of centuries his lips seal secrets of sanctuaries his breath pipes legends of lost the Wind his musical Master guiding him sensitively in playing the panflute p..."
"(challenge submission) lavender longing van gogh-added orange sun this short day is done myra Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 05:42 PM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 10 • 1"
"(challenge submission) I love to moon away the day with poem and serenade; I love to drape myself in black silk brassière and mourning jade; I love to turn loud whispers mute outwit chaotic il..."
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