Distance eternal

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    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

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    Mental museum..

    Distance eternal

     Silken garments, flowing over her in a gentle breeze.
    Blind folded, reaching, frozen in limbo.
    He is bound from the waist down in her shadow,
    struck mute to silence his pleas, left to reach for her.

    Thier tale, one of pure torture to the mind and heart,
    Still it is anothers tale.. maybe someday I'll read.
    For now I am perplexed, am in fact in a pure awe,
    for I saw something else, something much deeper to my soul.

    For a single moment I knew, I beheld the truth,
    they are but tools in a greater event.
    Standing there, eyes fixed at thier finger tips,
    I felt forever.. in the space between.

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    am2anangel commented on Distance eternal

    02-09-2011

    love the almost dreamy feel to this piece. great vivid expressions. well done. -Tonya
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    1990lh commented on Distance eternal

    05-15-2010

    oh like this was cool piece "Standing there, eyes fixed at thier finger tips, I felt forever.. in the space between" love this line
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    Artie commented on Distance eternal

    03-27-2010

    Interesting piece. It seems like they lived on the edge of their fantasies. The last stanza really takes you inside the feeling of what they are striving for. Well done - 10 from me
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    Tinytree commented on Distance eternal

    03-09-2010

    I really like your writings. But I have to ask where they come from. I sometimes wish I could go where you go....
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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