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Not quite Austria....

....but apparently, it was time for a poem. So here you have it. It's short, yet angsty. My inner goth girl is not yet dead (huzzah).



The Crickets Sing

The crickets sing
and I sing with them.
Of sea and emptiness
and the sucking worry
like breeze through my bones.

The thread that binds us
floats gently as faerie gold,
twisting in the eerie insubstantial light,
true as tears and pixie dust,
glistening like the moon.

The cats cannot answer my heartsong,
the fever of doubt that burns behind my cheeks,
the stitch of fear.
They can only echo the sea,
patient and unmoving.

I stand at the edge of your sea,
singing my song of half-remembered laughter
into the open night.
But your waters are black in the dark,
and I cannot see.

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ravenblack
Aug. 19th, 2004 09:44 pm (UTC)
All waters are black in the dark.
bkleber
Aug. 20th, 2004 05:41 am (UTC)
only if the pool light has gone out too....

*runs away before someone hits me*
jalenstrix
Aug. 20th, 2004 05:59 am (UTC)
You're not wrong. [wry grin]
purpleseahorse
Aug. 20th, 2004 06:31 pm (UTC)
COme join _difference_ ! It's a personality based community. I think that you would be a great asset to the community!

Btw, you have beautiful poetry! :)
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