It's amazing how clear things become, like waking up and realizing you have been asleep.

Friday, April 6, 2012

San Diego Midnight

The midnight air whispers smooth against her skin
light sky from the big ball moon
palms outlined in glorious splendor
their soft rustling the soundtrack for the evening
Her window panes the setting for the play.

On the stage of her mind the memories of a thousand lovers
all long gone but not moved on
Never lost or alone
Never without desire
The stillness surrounding her soul like a soft blanket
it will all be alright
it will all be alright.

For now take comfort in her wine
Knowing that there is no love like the love of one's self
The palms whisper their confirmation in her ear
Just audible through the open window
curling round her like the tendrils of her hair
comforting her heart to silence
be still now my love
There is somewhere to go from here.

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