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(no subject) [Jun. 4th, 2005|10:45 pm]
Letters from a Crow

You weep because you hear me. I don't hate you.
I miss your longing, as much as you do. And I haven't forgotten.

Even though you do from time to time, I will never forget.
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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2004|08:22 pm]
Letters from a Crow

It's been a handful of years and sometimes you forget me.
It's a low and lonely moment when your eyes catch me waiting and watching as I always did,
and I accept the recognition and acknowledgement.

Just as you recall with remorse the days of that year, I can bring it all to memory as clear as
the liquid from your eyes that pools in darkened streets.
When you walked each morning in the dark from one building to another, awaiting those you held dear
satiated by the brief conversation with me.

You were remiss in many things but you could redeem yourself till the end of time.
You are the door. Just discover how to open it.
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It was in my Lj but it wanted to be here also [Jul. 23rd, 2004|07:21 pm]
Letters from a Crow
[mood |creativecreative]
[black bird song |Rob Zombie]

Night floods over me like a wave in a dream
Able to breath and yet still drowning
I stare at eyes so familiar in their longing
I look through the reflection and into you.
And then shadows take me, wrap me up in their mystery, drag me under and yet where I want to be. I spread my wings and all is right here.
I wish you could see this place, feel its warmth encased in shade.
I feel it pull back, it holds me almost as closely as you do my love. And it will always be here, always wait, and I shall always return to these shores.
So feel my touch as I walk to you on this shadowy road, and do not fear those that travel with me, (for they are just curious)
And remember that I, your love will always be tainted by the love of this place and its friends.
I shall be here to find you when you cross this path. But until then dream of me and hold me when you can cause you never know when the pull will be too great.

by me
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