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A Spark Unknown, Shown

"Now is the time of our comfort and plenty
These are the days we've been working for
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us
And nothing goes wrong anymore....

Take it back, don't let it die
Or rage against the falling night
'Cause I still do depend on you
Don't say those words, you wrung me through

It won't come again,
Cause love is the end"

-Love Is the End, by Keane <3
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Enter thus the spark once unknown
Brought to light by your beauty ever shown
In exile this wounded mind must lie
I exhale to Everest skies by and by
A relief ever festooned by your cunning calm
Listening to your voice like a severed psalm
I could never arrest you for the palm of your qualm
For I am ever befallen to the sight of your song

Hearts misgiven,
A soul heavy-ridden,
To heights only humbled in diffidence
Starts disheveled
Endings unsettled, 
I crave the sweetness of your difference

For how had the stars been shining so bright,
To ever receive such a blistering light?
And why has my mind healed from the lies,
That used to curse these very skies?
In shame I smile and look into your eyes
Detesting the time that quickly flies,
Hating the ability to despise,
And waiting for love to cease the cries

Enter thus an Irresistible so warm
Releasing tingles, to trust—to form
I cry out to the never-ending scene
To cross the clouds of crystal gleam
Running my hands upon the nestled dream
Ever-laughing—hear them sing! 
You are a most undeniable, endearing thing 
So I impregnate the spark as our destiny’s wing

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  1. Date: 9/29/2014 7:12:00 PM

    The Keane poem is powerful in solemn love, beautiful sensitivity. J.A.B.
  1. Date: 9/29/2014 7:10:00 PM

    surrendrring to a greater strength than self defense, knowing the festoon of love to be not an iron chain of sorrow and wail but rather a golden series of links that keeps hearts strong and sensuous is what this brave poem imparts to me Laura. Exquisite inner line rhyming, and metaphors that move me to see deeper color of love. "Running my hands upon the nestled dream..."Your vocab is so stimulating, the spark, destiny's wing, thats aggressive livin Laura...J.A.B.
  1. Date: 9/29/2014 5:45:00 PM

    truly amazing beautifully painted piece

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