~*~quietsoul~*~ Dreaming Poetry 3

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He came back into my life from the past. The one I bared my heart and soul to. The one I shared my hopes and dreams, pain and nightmares with. The one person I opened myself to completely and freely. He was the one who took and gave equally, then disappeared without a backwards glance or even a casual "bye, it was nice for a while"... He's back and I'm unsure of how he fits in my life now. He was tucked fondly in the pages of my past with warm memories and rose petals of a short brilliant love. The timing is both awkward and perfect. He's back when I start to close another chapter of my life and look forward to a new page. I can now add a postscript to end the bittersweet story we once shared and contentedly move on into a future of my own making. He's in my past. He's in my present... Can there be a place for him in my future?
Š12/20/97

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You are the calm deep blue sky that calls to the turquoise shores and aquamarine seas of my mind. You are the hawk that is bold enough to fly and play with the phoenix of my heart. You are the night-song that dares my wolf's soul to dance with yours. Even though the distance is great, our desires and wills keep us close. We have honesty, trust and understanding that builds strong ties between friends. Our hearts can talk to each other; our souls laugh, dance and connect to ease the empty places within. Your words surround me, comfort me, and support me. I can only hope and pray that I have touched your life as yours has mine. The future belongs to us, a bright and golden treasure. Come dance, sing, love and soar with me. Let's continue our journey towards friendship together.
Š12/24/97

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Where do I go from here? You come back into my life from the past and now want to be just friends! I put you out of my life and tucked you away in the pages of my past with fond memories and purple rose petals. Life moved on and I had to keep on going without you. Our story didn't truly end, but I forgave you and let go of the bittersweet faery tale. My heart and soul had to learn how to care, trust, dream, wish, hope and love again. I stumbled through the darkness in my heart until I found how to light my own way. Instead of waiting for someone to give me roses, I planted my own garden in my soul and now I don't mind the thorns so much. Now you come bringing a storm to threaten my peace and undo all I've learned so far. You'd like to find a place in my present and future as a friend. I don't know where you can fit anymore. But at least now I know how to truly end the story.
I am completed.
Š12/24/97

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Once there was a black panther that walked in my dreams. He had a heart and soul that was so familiar to me. He brought a small piece of heaven to my world for a short time. Then disappeared from my life and my dreams. With a dull heart I remember seeing that panther walk away into the starless night. Slowly I stopped dreaming and a unicorn that used to dance with moonbeams faded as reality wrapped cold arms around me. My heart and soul slept deeply under the frost, afraid of being embraced by emptiness and pain. Then one night a golden hawk glided into my life, bringing back my dreams with its gentle night song. He called to me from serene sapphire skies to come fly, soar and play with him. His song wove a spell around icy heart and soul, daring embers to light a warm fire within. Suddenly I found myself flying through the sky. The unicorn has transformed into a blazing phoenix. I floated in the air, glowing amber nestled in velvet blue, wondering if this all was a dream, a wish, a spell that would soon shatter like delicate crystal. Softly I heard him call me and turned to face the hawk who gave me back my dreams and dared me to dream them again. I listened closely to his song, hearing familiar chords and strains that echoed my mourning song. I heard myself in his story, felt his pain, his fear, his past and his heart... and shed the bitter tears he could not. Under those tears came a new night song, one of healing, caring, friendship and love. A song that threatened to tear us apart before we started and a song that drew us together. A song that threw us higher in the sky and formed a bond of understanding that needed no words. A song that tells us of a brighter future that belongs to us only if we dare to claim it. So now we glide along side by side, dancing with the stars and each other. Our songs blending together.
Š 1/12/98

Thoughts on you
I sit here watching the sun sink to the earth... with my thoughts on you. I sit in my room, looking at the briliant colors of the sun's dying light... with my thoughts on you. I sit by the darkened window, gazing at the stars as they come out to dance to the night's song... with my thoughts on you. I sit through the quiet evening all alone... with my thoughts on you. I sit here watching the sky change various shades of blue to match your eyes... with my thoughts on you. I sit in my room as the morning opens & stretches golden fingers across my world... with my thoughts on you. I sit on the porch to bear witness to the birth of another day full of everything & everyone... with my thoughts on you. I sit here with thoughts of you... hoping that your new wings fit properly, that your voice is still crystal pure & vibrant, that you enjoyed the sunset & sunrise from your view up above, that you have found peace, joy & happiness at His side. I sit here with hot, huge tears on my face ... and my thoughts on you.

Š March 1998
In memory of Stephanie Brister, 1978-1998
Till we meet again in the "Land where we'll never grow old."

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