Come tonight I'm waiting

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Aug 2002 · 3 comments

Come tonight I am waiting I have lain my forehead on the palm of anticipation. It is you who is coming It must be ! I am waiting. If you do not come the castle of my hope will collapse If you do not come I will dance on the stage of my desperation throw my sorrows to the wind and celebrate the burning of my heart Come tonight I am waiting All the world is a messenger bringing to me the happy tidings of your coming. My surroundings are alert ears eliciting voices even from silence! There is a footfall There is a whisper It is you who is coming It must be! I am waiting Every stirring of the wind is a swing swaying the happy tidings of your coming Every road is a flute Playing the music of your steps Every wall is a chime Ringing the bell of your arrival Every shadow parts like a soft lip smiling for your reception It is you who is coming It must be! I am waiting.

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[6] horus8 30-Aug-02/1:34 PM Reply

lucky bastard..probably doesn't even love you...not like bachus...he's undeserving...choke him while you fuck him blind..SERVE THE MASTER SERVE sorry where was i ah yes love..what a wonderful thing.

[n/a] <~> 30-Aug-02/8:23 PM Reply

your words are alway like the wind in the trees to me, gently reassuring, although i hardly ever feel what you have felt. still, there is a warmth to their tone that is inescapable. i rarely comment, because i only begin to understand. you have your own ocean.

[n/a] kawakurdi 31-Aug-02/3:50 AM Reply

Thank you Zin, I appeciate your genuine words. I have experienced a lot of death and destruction in my life as part of the destiny of my people. I had nothing to succour me but the idea of love and attempting to express it in poetry. We need owr own game/illusion to balance the essential absurdity of our mortal existence.