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you blow the gossamer from my cocoon and it too melts away my wings unfold ... delicate, fragile
but they are just wings without a destination pointlessly existing - until now
you breathe life into this body you pull me out of my cocoon you show me my home - my destination
my place to land when I stop spinning so that I can rest my wings
in your heart in your love in your life |
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the attic grew when we stored ourself away our treasures got boxed up too precious to leave behind
where did all the years go? vague memories now, yet every moment cut fresh like flowers from the garden
we don't need the memories packed - saved - cherished today is enough and tomorrow to fill the rooms of our heart |
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benches are for waiting I've waited all my life, sitting here or there often with my mind looking word watching, the way others people-watch
the subtle roar of life filters through my space an orchestra of sounds as people live and breathe
what moment is the most important? this one? or this? I wait to catch the first glimpse of you- will that be it?
when I see you striding towards me finally and again I reach out to touch you - hold you and smile and wait |
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