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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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The moon, half waxed hid amidst the shifting fabric of the misted clouds.

The night chill formed my breath upon its grasp.

I searched; looking to the shadowed traces of daylight’s hidden shades,

Looking for the form that in the dreams of my mind I long to embrace.

 

Living in my world, insubstantial as my dreams, yet

Real in the love we share and the touch of her hand upon my cheek.

I hold her and touch the softness of beauty,

Caress one who in her existence describes

The very truth, that beauty exists to be seen, held, touched.

Caressed in the mind of a dreamer, and loved

In the words of a poet, watching and loving the

Vision that inspires his tongue to dance with the joy of his gift.

 

The night, young as the touch of beauty under the caress

Of my fingertips, and the embrace of her arms.

Night, the safe haven of the dreams I dare to envision.

I long for the night, and the paths in the solitude of its embrace.

I seek the shadows and the shelter of the cool air in my lungs.

And in the caress of the night’s breath, and the soft falling of dew

I find her touch and hold her in my arms again

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Well, this is quite beautiful. I love the flow of it. I love the way you weave your words. I am a true romantic at heart, and although I am unqualified to critique it from a technical standpoint, I can tell you from a readers standpoint that it's wonderful. :0)

 

Thank you for sharing, Raven.

 

~Salinye :fairy:

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Upon the dawning of the stars, and the misting of dew,

I sense the changes to the day grow weak, and the night’s strength renew.

Hidden in the moonlit clouds, haloed in the stars, I see the beauty

Possessed by the things I hold dearest in the world I created for my life.

I walk the paths of my gardens, and in the sprinkling of wishes

Water the dreams of life to grow into the reality that is me.

All I find in the walls of my isolation, and the paradise of my life

I placed there for a reason, and all I have been given

Causes them to grow, with the desire of my heart and soul.

I am blest with the skill to tell of beauty, and the way

That in the world it is seen, so incomplete, but hopes remain,

For it is still seen, and enjoyed, and the few who see it complete

Can tell of its path through their lives and the wonder of its caress

In the world they make.

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Have you seen the dawn in the eyes of one you love?

Have you seen the reflected rays of the sun, shining from

The resting place of feelings so deep?

Through the eyes of the one who holds your heart to theirs,

And accepts that you are all you show them.

For they chose to see all you offered, and loved you still.

In the light of the early morning, and the twilight

You can look into the eyes of love, seeing the angelic beauty

That caresses the existence of all, and the wings of

Love’s healing, mending the lonely flaws of our soul.

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Look into the eyes of the one who can see

All the beauty that you can be, and love the brilliance

And the flaws, they create in their combining.

For the eyes reflect the love they see,

And the love that binds together all, is the beauty

That is given to me, as from the eyes of my love

I stare back and see all the beauty that is me.

 

For in the eyes of love I see, that which in me

Is loved. And treasure the knowledge it brings.

For the love I have strengthens me to be all I am,

And all I shall become.

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I don't know why I'm posting here, you already know that I love your so called scribblings Crypt.

But, as always, I feel compelled to remind you just how beautiful they are.

Damn you for being too damn good at this!

"Victory will yet be mine!"

*stops and notices gethering crowd*

eh heh heh heh...hi?

*disappears in a flash of smoke*

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