"He will quiet you with His love" - Zephaniah
The Entire World
The whole world is a dream, except you.
My Love, sometimes,
Half-crazed by demons I pull away from you,
Run to the ocean tidal pools.
The rumoured tides begin to grow unheeded
Until they rage in ruthless passion:
I am dashed again and again against the rocks,
Wasted by agony until the days waken wisdom -
Fool! - I crawl to you
Battered and bruised fall at your feet, only to hear you say
"Beautiful!" - your voice chases out head-spiders
You wash the salt from my hair
Your smile is a crown of flowers for my head.
The entire world was a dream until you.
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i wonder if i would have had the courage to publish my poetry online if there was an internet-thing when i was your age ... i'd like to think so (someanyway)
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