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I'm never going to cry again
Even if it comes in season
Or blows in on the Eastern wind
My crying days are through

I've had more than my share of it
I could name off all the reasons
Then you would know why I need to quit
All because of you

Never again will I laugh out loud
Joy itself has lost all meaning
No longer to even think about
The less I have to do

Never going to show an ounce of pain
Am I the only who doesn't believe me
Wait, here come the tears again
Running down the face of this love struck fool

I swore I was never going to cry again
All my senses seem to be leaving
Just when I thought I had reached the end
Again I think of you
 Apr 2014 Sammie wells
Traveler
Dreamers of a mystic dream
We see a world that can't be seen
Fairies, Elves and Pagan Lore
We're lured to a misty moor

We fly away to the midst of Mebh
When Brighid's crown adorns our heads
Moist as the morning dew of Bel
A land where ancient mysteries dwell

Here Wood-Nymphs dance unseen
Flowers thrive near eternal springs
Bright rainbows point to pots of gold
As the twilight of our love unfolds...
My daddy has a songbird in his heart.
Late at night, when the blue moon rises,
and the clock strikes thirteen times,
she sings loud and clear.
Over the whispering willows
and the soft hush of swaying grass,
her song is clear and piercing,
sweet and soothing.
Restless eyes dift to dreams
as her song graces their hearts.
All too soon she must return,
to the heart of my longing daddy.
There was a time, when she sung
loud and clear.
But now she's suffocating --
choking on cigarette smoke
drowning in alcohol.

My daddy has a songbird in his heart,
Little songbird,
Little songbird,
It's time to come play again.
Along the edges of visible light
I walk the path of oblivion
balancing the edge of existence
wind flows ink together
on sheets of blank water
I draw the images of my long journey.

A desire that I only now understand
appears to be a life regained
and then I see how slowly
the red hues of the sun merge with
an immense cooled sea at the horizon
it’s the place where light merges with darkness
and finally will radiate again
where shadows rise a new.
smiling from head to toe
love is tickling me
I burned my fingers
when I tried to shut your
firespitting mouth

I should have done it with a kiss

now it hurts
when I want to touch you…
fullness
of the everyday
stripped of the core
the skin remains
empty
and so extremely light
it disappears
by the wind
without you noticing it

© Marialenn 2013
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