Loving Ariel
I first met her young, lonely, blue and strange the vision of her was a solitary comfort in turbulent adolescence Pale, near translucent beauty spoke to shadowy voices within me she offered pearls for me to see and touch and cherish Her voice, a sad insistent murmur haunts me across the years between my youth and my today I hear her whispers in shells pressed against my ear, and in hot breezes bringing storms; when storms lash across my earth her voice threatens and commands, and when she shows me an instant flash of daylight I imagine that is only she who lets me see my landscape clearly... Desire for her flares and fades inside me from time to time; in bright times like today passion for her is often forgotten but when I wander in the dark, my heart releases an involuntary cry; in my dark and desperate nights, I cry for ArielAugust 4th, 2001; for those love Sylvia. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 06:22 PM PST 10 • 0
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