Kindred Can

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Kindred Can.

In the cool of the night between midnight and star-set, I slip the bonds of time and space, and my body becomes a wisp of light.
Then and only then am I free, free to fly tonight in search of one my own kind. The one who searches as I do. We meet in dreams, and touch as only kindred’s can.
We know each other’s mind touch, and we dance a dance of spirits in an eternal sky all through out the night. The heavens are our playground, as is the earth below.
Shimmering, changing at will from mist to flame, cloud to wind, from creatures of the earthly night, to beings only dreamt of.

All during the darkness we are together, melding forms, blending in bliss like quicksilver, our union unmatched by no other beings in this universe. Passion’s swirl is ours on this wonderful night. Flitting among the planets, playing hide and seek in a comet’s tail, sliding and surfing on waves of sound, making wild love on moonbeam’s. Man and woman on a star-stream, in the middle of a fevered dream.
With the last blinking of the stars, we know it is time to depart, and sadness is ours.
One last kiss of souls, and it is time to go. Sorrow holds my mind, and back to my dominion I must go…

Long veils of white cloud my memory with the rising of the Sun, and I am alone in the daytime world. The wondrous realm of the night before only a fleeting thought, like a warm summer breeze, or a half remembered dream.
Some part of my mind tells me to be sad not, for with the coming of twilight the restlessness will come again, and with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, peace and rapture will be mine, somewhere between dark and dawn when kindred’s can be as one.
TLK
2005.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Welcome to Lit with this prose piece. I concur with tt2u on the need to do some tweaking on this; keep the prose form just see how much you can remove and still retain your imagery. I suspect it'll be quite a lot.

tungtied2utungtied2uabout 17 years ago
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in today's New Poem Reviews. I like your images...a little editing would go a long way to increasing the impact.

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