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An Endless Sea of Black Nothingness
Contributed by
Cole
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Friday, 18th June 2004 @ 06:06:37 PM in AEST
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The moon rests inside me,
Radiating its fullest beauty,
Providing light in dark times,
But the moon occurs in cycles,
And at times, only fills part
Of a whole space it could,
Only shedding little light,
Covering my mind in darkness again.
The stars fade in and out;
As do my hopes and dreams.
Those thousands of twinkling lights,
They are too distant for me to reach.
They provide a spark of hope,
At times showing light,
At others not. Teasing me.
What are hopes and dreams
If they float in and out like so?
Hopes and emotions
Are only parts of me,
As are the moon and stars
Which occupy the sky with
Moon cycles and fading light.
But, in the end, the sky inside me
Is nothing but an
Endless sea of black nothingness.
Copyright ©
Cole
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2004-06-18 18:06:37]
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Re: An Endless Sea of Black Nothingness
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by pyrofairyburning on
Friday, 18th June 2004 @ 10:15:18 PM AEST
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Lovely. I'm a pagan, so this really holds double meaning for me. Any who, great write, lots of people can relate. Kinda reminds of " It's better to have and and lost, than never to have loved it all". It's better to know that what you hope for is possible, but out of reach. Keep it up.
Blessed Be,
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Re: An Endless Sea of Black Nothingness
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by Fionndruinne on
Monday, 21st June 2004 @ 06:06:38 PM AEST
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Ah, I know the feeling. Interesting metaphor. It fits well, I must say. Sometimes there is darkness, sometimes light. I think of it more as a candle being blown by a breeze. But I know the feeling of darkness.
Take care.
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