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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the stars weep ... but not for heaven they weep for vacant eyes and hearts of parched desire with tears untold ... and uncounted for where is the hunger - the yearning for substance that sets tongues afire? where are souls that ache for a dance of moon-pearls on the breast of neap tide? where lets the blood of passions - the red glyphs of brokenness that write love's promise on a barren womb? where are the butterflies of belly laughs that flutter callow curiosity upon the morns of May ... or death's violent colors that bleed hope to the bitter Autumn wind? where rock the cradles of wonder gently tossed by the late-month midnights? (mourn not, for a mother'prayer) where are the shadows of wings pressed to the wind, or the nightingale's mate singing surf-side requiems from a worn picket perch? where is the darling, absinthe-eyed boy who left eager footprints on the shores of Sebago? where is the corn-silk hair of a young lover's lass, that fell between mouths in a kiss of haunting farewell? where is the world that spins with a spirit of romantic ire - with kind, careful consideration ... and poignancy? (mourn not, for the treacherous heart) oh, this wondrous world still twirls on an axis, steady ... sure but far too fast for the sake of such fanciful concerns ... we, of a heartrending, wistful temper are a species, imperiled and rare our doom - written on the dying blush of twilight - is a tragedy, unequaled ... for no more will the miracles of life and beauty hold a blade sharp enough to pierce the heart ... no longer will there be a gaze left to sparkle with the soft splendor of a creeping moon ... and never again will lips meet in perfect, tender prurience or tremble with wild whispers ... (mourn not, for the mercies of men) yes, the stars weep, still but not for heaven - they weep for the simple coursing of blood for the madness of molten marrow for the thrumming of breasts and for reefs of ruin ... they weep for the breath of humanity the virtue of mortality and the authority of love ... they weep for everything we are, for all that once was, and for all ... that might have been.
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