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Skipping StonesA gentle touch upon my mind, Without wonder of errant woe, A firm grip clasps upon my own, Familiar, but I cannot recall.Skipping Stones
Where have we met before ? I feel a strange sense of calm with you, As if we had danced once, On distant, ancient battlefields.
Contemplation and furor, Will serve us little, For in my mind's eye, It is a stone skipped upon the quiet pond.
As plain as the canvas that is our sky, We are kin. As sure as I am of my own heartbeat, We are brothers,
And I will be with you, always.
by ~arkhamdawn
Dewdrops FadingSweet words whispered upon the wind, A fair-skinned hand stretched out to me, The flared scent of an unfamiliar perfume, Echoed laughter in the darkness.Dewdrops Fading
Like the midday sun upon my skin, Your savoir faire and gaiety spur me onward, Like the dewdrop that fades away, A crisp reminder of nature's beauty.
As you walk a mile with me, Upon the beach, sand between our toes, I am reminded of the day we met, And with love and laughter,
I thankyou for being my friend.
by ~arkhamdawn
by ~arkhamdawn
Untitled - TBAMy heart is an ebbing maelstrom, A numb fire coarses through my veins, My life has been turned upside down, By the whisper of your very name.Untitled - TBA
My love is blind, for I cannot see, The object of my affection. But like the blind man, I will use what senses I have.
I would touch your face to know, The perfect crafting of a woman. I would run my fingers through your hair, To hear you sigh, your breath upon my face.
Though there is little else, I could want in the world, Than to rescue you, Make you mine,
I am reminded that you
by ~arkhamdawn
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