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| Log On The Fire by � vision_wolfe Bring a blanket to the fireside Out under the stars I'll look for miracles And fish among the rushing tide Of words and looks and telling smiles For the thing I daily seek- That place of understanding Healing, and acceptance. It gives me strength to walk away Into my clamoring raucous life for a while. (Long enough to need your wisdom Cloaked in laughter and anecdotes) I need my periodic hit Upon the pipe of kindred need, My now and then inhalation Of gentleness and wicked innuendo, My occasional surrender To the gods of Who I Really Am, I need my dose of flirtatious You The rush of wild wolves in the blood. Am I mad, am I lost, am I addicted, am I made sane By all my words Tossed onto the screen; Are they the paint of Me Splashed onto the canvas of You? What are the colors of love Wonder, laughter, need, hope, Edginess and frustration, impatience and talent What picture do they present To those who never see the artist But only the art? Vision Wolf, with music in her veins |
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