A Beautiful Nothing

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Although the stars song
Has no words – still
It sounds like sorrow
Just the simple stillness
Of all things

Like the moon
In the sky at night
Silent, but so glad
To exist – carried on
The emptiness of the wind

Star of the evening
You have touched my
Face with your stardust
It is more than knowing
More than a feeling

The soft touch
Of light upon light
Which sings of sorrow
Into a single, shimmering
Point of light
Into a beautiful nothing

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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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