wanderingsoul
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Away into the Storm - 7/31/05
As I look for you,
the lightning flashes
and my eyes melt,
hot little rivers
running down my cheeks
and the rain turns to fire,
burning my skin,
charring my flesh
until it falls from my bones.
And a cold wind
whips through my eye sockets,
blowing through my skull,
whispering as it passes
“Yours no more.”
And I stand for a moment,
the last vestiges of my life,
and of my love
holding my bones erect
for just one more moment
clinging to the world around them,
before they, too, fall.
And the wind stops blowing
and I am just a skeletal heap,
lying on the ground,
waiting to be carried away,
bone by bone,
by passing dogs.
And the thunder rolls on,
off into the distance,
its rumbling echoes mocking
as my spirit descends,
“He was never yours.”
...a bit prophetic
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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