The Dawn Smells Like You


In the moonlight

Which is always sad

Frail notes, sweet and sad

With long sighs

Slipping softly through

The sky

Stars dim one by one

Away up in the cold

Lonely Moon

In the emptiness

Dark listening to dark

Tears, petals from some

Magic rose rain down

Little by little

Embracing me, the

Flower of forgetfulness

Dreams scatter like a

Broken necklace

I want you, I don’t

As I walk through

A field of flowers

And look back

On our passion

A single ray in the dawn

No moon, no stars

No kiss, no arms to embrace

To hold forever

The Dawn Smells Like you

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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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