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03. A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes For P, and the time you remind me of. ~*~ It began with magic. A brush of tingling fingers, a quiet wish, a burst of sunshine in your crooked smiles. Latin dances and shy glances that became a habit; heady laughter, whispered secrets, fairy-lights in your eyes. Letting your hair down, spinning in the rain; singing our song, lunch at one, painting on the wall. Holding hands—sharing halves the pain. You're the fairest one of all (It was so easy to fall). We were perfect symmetry: light and love, dark and sweet, yin and yang. Eternity was destined, a proclamation from above. I never guessed y

It's raining this morning, sharp and green. Under the waning light the world wraps itself in shades of grey. From under the wood bridge comes the thunder of three rivers' waters clashing against each other; soon they came to a place where they make peace, and go together churning, churning, into the sea. Fleshy people huddle forlornly under the sheds and alcoves, doves with wet ruffled feathers. Without a sound, they are swallowed up in the mist. The cloud-blanket parts with a grumble; the rain falls out of bed with a sound like the pattering of little feet, everywhere. I draw a heart in the window frost, with wings

My Last… (Poem) ………… Maybe I enjoy suffering Setting myself up for hurt A deep dark pit of depression Is digging itself just for me. Now here I am balancing on the edge Grasping onto rays of hope…          …bright like sunshine… Frail as the wind blows it away As well as the clinging mist…          …the blanket of confusion… To reveal that morbid hole       Calling me.                 I'm slipping.       Grasping still.                 Toppling over. If you catch me…           Don't let me fall.          …if I'm worth it.

Prayer of the Self-Deceiver (Poem) ………… It hurts deep down to the roots of my soul, to know I do and you probably never will. You're too obstinate to see what's right here; too terrified to accept the truth; Too confused to discern through your problems. Too proud to admit I'm right. The saddest lies are the ones we tell ourselves. If you won't accept it I will. I'll love enough for the both of us. Just, please be there with me always.

The Soulreaper's Song (Poem) ………… As dark crimson flows over ivory snow, the Light slowly recedes from brightest pools of deepest blue. Strands of ebony silk slide gently over satiny skin. The ghost of a smile seems to flitter about the rosiest petal- soft lips. And having set you free to soar into the great blue canopy above, I stand here looking at the cold iron rings of the chain which once secured you to this life. I set you free. As dark crimson flows over ivory snow.

Colors ………… Yellow is…                   The warmth of satisfaction…                   The feel of true acceptance…                   …the sound of a real smile.                    The happiness that envelopes you                     In a moment of pure bliss… Blue is…              The luxury of trust…              The color of the ocean breeze…               …the feel of music.               The blanket of relief that washes over               Your soul in tranquility… Red is…               The touch of a warm hug…               The te