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Author: Karine Dragon'sheart
Fiction Rated: K - English - Spiritual/Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-04-07 - Updated: 03-04-07 - Complete - id:2328919

Lieben ist Alles…

Ripples…

They fade away across the glassy surface

Only to echo back once they touch upon

That opposite shore…

Staring into their hypnotic

Creation reminds me only of the

Dreams and terrified secrets that I hold

Still so close in the prison of my mind,

Trapped deep within my heart

In hopes that they will remain

Unchallenged…

The knowledge of a new

Star possibly being born to the cosmos,

As well as the word that

My father would never believe that I am…

They both ripple against the walls

Of my ribcage with the dozens of other

Dreams and wishes I’ve

Captured at the bequest of my friends…

Ah, yes, I am perhaps rather eloquent

Tonight, right?

It’s staring into the murky

Depths, surrounded by the sounds

Of a far-away swan chastising

A few young geese for fighting

That’s returned me to that state of

Seven years ago,

When the first cycle of the dragon

In my lifetime and the last in yours

Crossed o’er our heads

Into the darkness beyond death…

I was too fearful to follow it

When your adventurous ways

Led you down that ominous path…

It’s thinking of you again that reminds

Me that I’m not yet the

Dragon’s daughter,

Nor that I belong in that land beyond…

It’s listening to soft sobs

And angry words that bring about

Your memories…and that is where

We part ways,

For your birthday, I hope to leave a rose

In the only place I have to worship,

For your grave is unknown to me,

Though I’ve searched the width

And breadth of the cemetery…

But, that is alright, for

It is on the breeze that so relaxes me

And pulls me into it’s gentle embrace

That I feel your love

And your own poignant loneliness…

Fear not, sister of my soul,

For I’ll not follow for a long time yet;

I’ve a post to guard still.

Not frustrations, exactly…just…thoughts, and memories floating up after a night of confessions and fearful worries, and my own quiet commentary on the meaning of my life. I believe that I was born to guard and care for others; and as such, I’ve always strived to do just that to the best of my abilities. Sometimes I fail…but other times, like tonight, I’m thankful for the strength I was given in order to carry those I love and live for when they no longer can walk beside me.

Laters,

KD



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