The Color of Tears

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Between nowhere and never

Where stars weep

And the moon forgetting

Her own enchantment

Rides the wind

Following the fading sun

Time pauses and

All is silence

But the whispering

Wind that rises

In the rainbow mist

A song with the

Voice of sadness

She weaves her

Music with a

Silver ribbon and

Braids the ends with

The Color of Tears

The wings of her

Song are bound

To the hollow mist

Bewitched by sorrow

That is neither death

Nor  living

The song and the

Mist fade with the rain

Her face turns up

As the stars weep

Down on eyes and lips

Empty sockets haunting

Lips the color of grief

Caught in the glare

Of the moon

Searching fingers

Grotesque that turn

And stretch

Weave her sorrow

With a silver ribbon and

Braid the ends with

The Color of Tears

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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