Empty Hour’s

2015-01-27 01.30.36

How very strange
The world can appear
Sometimes I think I
Can’t go on
All the distortions
That hurt me inside
My heart decaying

Time is long, and
Time goes on
Empty hour’s pass in silence
When it was done – bittersweet
This Tangled suffering of love

It has no garden
It has no sun
Torn and sad
The man who withdrew
From me – I cannot
Find him – he looks
Like everyone – out
Of the mirrors depths

Shadows of clouds
Pass through him
To let him go
To give up all the magic
Have I let go already?

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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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