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Sunday, November 27
Rhapsody, a state of elated bliss
Like delving into the dirt
Or that evening when
It all just came together
We lose it all so fast
Like blinking lightning
Or the way she stumbles
And always rewrites her first lines
Still, I remember waking up with cold feet
And walking across the newly tiled floor
Or watching the fan blades spin
In moments of dizzy perfection
And I know what I have to give
If I’ll let myself come full circle
It’s time to give up and give in
And wait for the universe to collapse
--and begin again
Again, and again, with both joy and sorrow
The ever-expanding moment, with you, asleep
Laying by my side
As I fall into a dream less punishing than True
It’s rhapsody, that state of elated bliss
Like delving into the dirt
Or that evening when
It all just came together
Like delving into the dirt
Or that evening when
It all just came together
We lose it all so fast
Like blinking lightning
Or the way she stumbles
And always rewrites her first lines
Still, I remember waking up with cold feet
And walking across the newly tiled floor
Or watching the fan blades spin
In moments of dizzy perfection
And I know what I have to give
If I’ll let myself come full circle
It’s time to give up and give in
And wait for the universe to collapse
--and begin again
Again, and again, with both joy and sorrow
The ever-expanding moment, with you, asleep
Laying by my side
As I fall into a dream less punishing than True
It’s rhapsody, that state of elated bliss
Like delving into the dirt
Or that evening when
It all just came together
2 Comments:
commented by 
Aly, 5:25 AM
Aly, 5:25 AM
Nice poem :-) Rhapsody is my favorite word. Do you ever show these poems to the people you write them about? you should, they are good, but i know how that is...incredibly awkward in some cases.
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