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In Springtime he came
And the freshness of a promising wind
Softly blew away the damp, the stale, and the
grey.
Wearing a disarming smile upon a desert-kissed
face
His penetrating gaze could make virtue out of
sin.
Through dim and dusty windows of a soul soaked
in sorrow
I saw the Perfect Vision
But for a time too long I drifted into his
smoldering eyes
As eyes such as those had never been laid upon
me.
In one breathless moment but captured forever in
time,
My steadfast senses lay like shards of broken
glass
But so gently he swept them away like
butterflies in the breeze.
Deep into the darkest, most sacred corners he
seeped
With ease he unearthed my treasures and all
within
I calmly surrendered.
Ember-less ashes of torched out dreams
Resurrected with one soul-shaking kiss the
wistful notion that
A Love Such As This Exists.
Risen from its frozen, dreamless slumber
My skin took its first breath of Life
When introduced our bodies became
And as he journeyed into that forbidden gift
I became hopelessly lost to his passionate will,
Sweetly embraced by A Love Such As This.
Damned, should be the merciless, soul-deprived
shadows
That prey upon those so deeply in love as I
Though hypnotized by Love,
Unsuspecting and Blind
I deserve not this searing ache.
Out of my diamond blue sky those little birds
will fly
And heavy with clouds of Truth it becomes
As relentlessly the Angry rain falls.
Circled inescapably in gold this precious stone
belongs not to me
And long before my Springtime came to pass,
There stood with him another in the Light of all
that is Holy.
Myself a Child of God I remember all of the
teachings
Of Righteous living and surely the Angels in
their celestial dwellings
Look down with tear-stained faces.
Although burdened with untarnished shame
Away I cannot turn, drawn still to his
undeniable essence.
Thunder claps but the music continues to play
and keeping Time
With the lightning in the sky are the candles
that Tirelessly burn.
Flowers that lose their petals in the storm are
still flowers
And I am but a monarch resting on a rose
When again he reaches for me.
Forgotten is the circle I am not in and as he
calls to me
I am instantly transported back to my Springtime
Where I am embraced by the Lightness of A Love
Such As This.
Deanna Lee Collins©
September 9, 2007
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Music: "Awakening"
"Dolphin's Dream Quietude"
Midi Courtesy Of Dolphin's Dream
Used With Permission
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