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The night lights our way

05:38 Jun 09 2009
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Our hearts bound

From cloud to cloud

With laughter like children

Spreading with each roar in the sky

We dance tonight

Our toes sinking in the soft grass

And seeping mud

Between the shrieks of delight

Taking in life

Exuberant and joyous

Though the mountains spire steep

And our journey is long

We take in this night

Under nature’s song

And the fireworks created

To celebrate our lives

Lives unlike any others

Flashing by

Minuscule beside the eons

And quick as the lightning above

But our embrace

Our dance

Our love

Eternal for the moment

This moment

Of us

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Morrigon
Morrigon
05:56 Jun 09 2009

Wonderful capture, love, wonderful words, and wonderful night.





imagesinwords
imagesinwords
06:30 Jun 09 2009

Wonderful word compilation... but wow... what a shot!





Sinora
Sinora
08:31 Jun 09 2009

Beautiful.





voodoochile
voodoochile
10:58 Jun 09 2009

When more words are too many fewer suffice to capture the moment and emotion, this does just that. Well done my friend, well done indeed.





BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
11:30 Jun 09 2009

A thoroughly good read.





Cheetahcry
Cheetahcry
14:22 Jun 09 2009

Awesome work Birra, loved the picture as well. Those are the night skies that you can curl up under and sleep forever.





captainglobehead
captainglobehead
17:56 Jun 09 2009

The title alone captures the imagination.





 

Of nothing...

02:44 Jun 04 2009
Times Read: 908


Isn’t it funny how a flavor can be a smell? Like the sweet taste of scotch on my own breath as I exhale. The flavor invades my nose and I smell… a place. Smells remind us so much, so vividly of our past.


The smell takes me back to a bar… a random bar on some random summer night in a random city on some random trip… does it matter where? It doesn’t to me. Who was I with? No one. And meaningless.


All that matters is the feeling. That feeling of being able to lose myself in the empty anonymity of being nowhere in particular. To sit at a bar and drink. To be nobody to everyone. To watch the people around me come and go while the ambient music is just a little too loud to be pleasing. The glow of my cell phone in front of me, beckoning me to start a text conversation with someone… to drag me a little closer back to the reality I’m so far from.


Happy to be far from.


Days long gone.


The time, like all time, was fleeting. But the magic of discovery… discovering me was vital. Learning what this life has to offer before returning to a trap set once more with the intent of pinning me down, holding me tight, choking me and snapping my neck just for the pleasure of hearing that halting snap.


Now… to play out the details of what remains while still remembering that smell.


And those nights of a different nothing than the nothing of my life.


COMMENTS

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voodoochile
voodoochile
11:15 Jun 04 2009

Almost a Buddhist quality...I've had this experience as well. To know I am not alone is this is comforting.





Joli
Joli
22:00 Jun 08 2009

This is poignant and beautiful to me...whether you meant it to be or not.








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