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Kätzchen · 07-06-2010, 05:41 AM

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Come closer to my heart

And feel the sounds that long to take you

Through all the hollows: a labyrinth of sorrow.

The sorrow of my life

Has long been dimmed from the walls of fear

But the still, deep and cool blue waters of my being

Welcome the clatter of the babbling brook: your Presence.

The sounds that pulse through my being

Are shaped by good and bad

Mostly, conveying a sharper image ~

Yours: for proper consumation.

I will listen to the sounds of your streaming brook:

Echo’s that come from the corridors

Being sought out methodically by your deep hunger

Releasing trinkets of treasured wisdom

Spun of the finest microfibre: a llama’s woolen fur

Meant to keep me warm inside

For those days that I will miss you most ~

I turn to memories

Made by the pounding of surging waters

Colliding within this deep labyrinth

Where sorrow did once reside

Only Now: with patience and time

The wounded and healed: do abide.

LDS (2006, Sept. 13th)

07-06-2010, 05:41 AM	#2
Kätzchen Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Monogamously Attached ❤️ Join Date: May 2010 Location: Where it once rained daily but now it doesn’t. Posts: 15,092 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 36,000 Thanked 32,003 Times in 9,945 Posts Rep Power: 21474865	Untitled Come closer to my heart And feel the sounds that long to take you Through all the hollows: a labyrinth of sorrow. The sorrow of my life Has long been dimmed from the walls of fear But the still, deep and cool blue waters of my being Welcome the clatter of the babbling brook: your Presence. The sounds that pulse through my being Are shaped by good and bad Mostly, conveying a sharper image ~ Yours: for proper consumation. I will listen to the sounds of your streaming brook: Echo’s that come from the corridors Being sought out methodically by your deep hunger Releasing trinkets of treasured wisdom Spun of the finest microfibre: a llama’s woolen fur Meant to keep me warm inside For those days that I will miss you most ~ I turn to memories Made by the pounding of surging waters Colliding within this deep labyrinth Where sorrow did once reside Only Now: with patience and time The wounded and healed: do abide. LDS (2006, Sept. 13th)