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Domingo, 21 de octubre de 2007 a las 18:10 |
Its the simple things that we sometimes forget... It is the sound of waves crashing against rocks at the shore. 
Crashes at the Rock by Darryl Campbell It is the setting moon, giving way to a beautiful new day. It is her smile, unseen, yet felt 'neath each word she writes. It is the subtle swirling of whirlpools whirling. It is that rare majestic moment shared between two people on the damp sand, as the tide falls, hours before dawn. It is the sparkle in her eyes, remnant of the thousand suns dotting a darkened sky. It is the lethargic whisper of summer winds and spring rains. It is the off-balance shudder step as she jumps into your arms, planting a long awaited kiss on your lips. Its the smile you flaunt, alone in your bedroom, when a thought of her creeps into your mind...
They are the slowly dying artifacts of once cherished romanticism. And just when realization strikes... just when you've thought you lost it for all time... A friendly voice reminds you: "...Love never leaves us.." 
Phoenix by nelsonp Deep, underneath all your sorrow, buried far below your self-expectations, that quiet quixotic flame still embers. All it takes is something simple-a simple kiss, blown your way... to ignite the feeling you've longed to remember. Your heart catches updrafts from the ensuing burst of heat, and takes flight. It soars near the sun like the phoenix, born again from its ashes.
If all the flowers of Babylon were a bouquet, I'd give them to you willingly.
If the gusts of Autumn could carry my love, I'd send sweet nothings across the sea.
If the sun's rays could bend, I'd form, for you, a ring of endless light...
If I knew you loved me too, I'd ask you to be my wife.
Copyright 2007poeticDesCent. All rights reserved by the author. Unlawful use or reproduction may result in legal action. Photography by Darryl Campbell. Art courtesy of nelsonp via deviantART @ http://www.deviantart.com
