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Seed of Love
The seed was planted
and something was lost
somewhere the shadow traveled
in dust
A search began, under the
moons scrutiny and nights
cold embrace old wounds
begin to open
Through the fog I quest
for you, trapped in the
maze the tree would start
to bloom
A beacon perhaps over the
horizon where blackbirds
song cries out of darkness
Through the mist I feel
drawn so close before it
slide just out of reach
Tears turn to ink and
fall upon these leaves
scribing the secrets of my
heart, a key to be used
As I wait by the tree
where I thought we would
meet, where my fears
feed down into the roots
I am voiceless but I
send my pleas into the
wind and perhaps in the
depth of your soul
you can answer
Bring me back home again
I have signed myself
away in blood, and
feed the first born
seed.
9:32 PM - 4/10/2007 -
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