orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Streetlamps wend their way

Our Glorious designed housing
homes..tall and brick walled
rich in their detailing

accents

The small trees..the pines..
the backwoods behind

the black poles and the old
gaslamp style lights glimmer
the snow crystals fall past
shattered in their descent
throwing light in glints
like minute dream thoughts
flashing like static on a
dark screen

The resin plant far below the
hill down past the Welding
companys fence and across
the creek the feilds where the
deer stand some mornings and
damp raining evenings

is full of its steam..its soft
illusion and atop..the bulbs
still glow on the christmas
season tree they leave plugged in..
a joyous brilliance regardless
for the date...a colourful beacon
always dazzling for the moment

the distant apartment buildings
with their red beacon..the street
lights on the routes below the
escarpment..the pod of lights way
up on the ski hill..
the sweep of the airport light

outside...inside the house sleeps
how they want of me to be something
I am not yet nor was..nor may be..
and how I wanted them to be a way
they are not yet nor may be nor were.

we know each other like the river banks
the water comfortable where we rise
and trickle in our moods
leaping in the light and moody in the sullens shadows of the thoughtful days

its the slowdrive
not the fireworks sizzling
the rapport and report

we are on a journey
a motion beneath the sky
in our dreams

we know where we are
we can reach out and predict
our shadows
and feel the touch
or our arms

and all the while
the freedom
to not chaff our scars
and re awaken the hurts
in their tombs of regretful
longing

and the snow slips past
the glowing standards
the quiet dreamlands of
winter

falling
silent like a whisper

11:42 p.m. - 2013-02-03

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