Holding Stars In My Arms

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Rain falls as the

Glass breaks

Time arrives clockless

What is, what will be

The happy see only the happiness

The living see only the life

I see only sad and empty

Between cracks in dreams

Talking softly

Silent and haunting

This place between

Dawn and sleeping

Light against the darkness

Heaven’s river of stars

A silver gift

My hand floats through

This reflection of you

There is nothing there

This garden of roses

Quivers – fading

This summer moon brief dream

Hot tears make it vanish

How cold it is to lie

Alone wanting you

Holding stars in my arms

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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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