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Nov 15, 2008
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I Speak Your Name
I Speak Your Name
I dream of sweet yesterdays
like bubbles on the tongue,
and looking for the fantasies
across the streams of conciousness.
Over paper dreams of sinlessness
I walk the shores of endlessness,
to climb the mountain peaks
and rocky crags of loneliness
I watch the setting sun,
and hear the gentle hissing
as it sinks into the sea.
I gaze upon the stars and moon
as tears fill up my eyes.
Will I feel less loneliness
if I gather them for luck?
For days I watch the fiery sun
'til my eyes are scorched and black,
then turn and look at emptiness
that sears the sight I lack.
As darkness lightens up my sky,
my mind is cleaved in twain,
and upon my swollen tongue
I taste of the gentle rain.
There, upon the plate of time,
I find a sweet repast,
and taste the wine of heaven.
The unity I now feel
sates my thirsty soul
as droplets of rain fall,
I release the tears,
to let them mingle
with rain on reddened cheeks.
At last! I'm whole again
and can finally speak your name!
I dream of sweet yesterdays
like bubbles on the tongue,
and looking for the fantasies
across the streams of conciousness.
Over paper dreams of sinlessness
I walk the shores of endlessness,
to climb the mountain peaks
and rocky crags of loneliness
I watch the setting sun,
and hear the gentle hissing
as it sinks into the sea.
I gaze upon the stars and moon
as tears fill up my eyes.
Will I feel less loneliness
if I gather them for luck?
For days I watch the fiery sun
'til my eyes are scorched and black,
then turn and look at emptiness
that sears the sight I lack.
As darkness lightens up my sky,
my mind is cleaved in twain,
and upon my swollen tongue
I taste of the gentle rain.
There, upon the plate of time,
I find a sweet repast,
and taste the wine of heaven.
The unity I now feel
sates my thirsty soul
as droplets of rain fall,
I release the tears,
to let them mingle
with rain on reddened cheeks.
At last! I'm whole again
and can finally speak your name!
— Rett, Nov 15, 2008
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themoonman
17 years 6 months ago
Rett...
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
Thank you Richard
Lonnie
17 years 6 months ago
Awesome, Rett!
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
Thanks Lonnie
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
Thank you Janice
Linda Moses
17 years 6 months ago
Rett
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
My sincere appreciation Linda
infinite_dwarf
17 years 6 months ago
Rett