Holding Stars In My Arms


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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