Feelings – how they

Slip into nowhere

Looking at the sky

I know that words

Will not change a thing

Rain upon the window

My thoughts rise up

Then disappear into the nowhere

Beneath the saddest of stars

How beautiful the rose without

Dreams catching moonbeams

Through the night

Awaiting the glance of stars

What else could I ever

Wish to see?

But where is it

This nowhere that

Isn’t there – what is it?

Awake and asleep

Living and dead

Empty and full

Eternally changing

Deep in the heavens

Of time

Now rest easy

When the darkness comes

For at the other end

There is always – Nowhere!

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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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