Reaching

                     ·° ¤ Reaching
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First. I am a little angry that I cannot read your runes.
Not at you.
The nearly subliminal visions hidden in your art have got me even more curious...
Is it my brain that sees these things?
Or was is it something you meant to do?
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    You know, you DO confuse me.
Or I confuse myself.
I look at these pictures of yours.
I read the things you write.
And I find myself intensly drawn to your intensity of darkness and of light.
I'm still trying to figure out the why.
Because I find that I end up with myself in a fight.
I'm not saying, nor asking, that you stop.
I'm far to intrigued by you, and would likely beg thee not.
You really have inspired in me a great deal of which to write.
I come home from my daily wandering,
to ponder all that you say.
(Wondering what next you might!)
And find that about it, I must think it out.
All the twisting angles every which way.
Its been some time now since I'd found myself in such circumstances.
I cannot stop myself from pondering the how and why.
How did such a creature enter into my life?
See, you get my mind all fired.
Fed even more by my not so secret inner conflicts.
They that may yet ignite my death pyre.

Some seem to think that such is what makes art.
Is it so?
To publicly display the claw marks and stains on ones heart?

I'll tell you of my once vague dream.
An idea that slowly gains in clarity.
A little bit of the one that in the many shades 'tween night and day I seek.
Something of she, the ONE, that I know not even how to seek...

             Beautiful girl, near or far,
             wish I knew who and where you are.

             What color is your hair?
             Long or short?
            Dark or fair?

             Large or small?
             Short or tall?
             I do not really care!!!

            Only   that   together,
            this world,
            we might explore and share.

            I wish you were here---
            rather than there.

I look for she that  hears the dark things sing.
Shadows part of light thats a part of every thing.
She for whom I search to share the flight of imaginations wings!
She with whom I hope to together share dreams.
She who may hold out a light, when so dark the world seems.

I know that I reach to high.
To dream a thing, its not required to be wise.
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