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We sat sipping grappa as the storm clouds rolled in from the ridges
like the smoke from some great unseen inferno,
the wood walls and shingles of the house complained to us
in low groans,
of the wind coming up hard, through the valley,

and there was flickering light from a candle,
and she told me how light from a prism dissects into different colours that correspond
in some way to our bodies and that all of life was a rhythm

and I believed that part,

and I believed there were stars beyond the sight of man on any grey day
and that they might hold some greater secret than prisms or rhythms
or any question a farmers son could ever mutter,
   
and the wind slowed to a stillness
and the rain moved in and our voices gave way
to what my Father would call The Lords Music,
the pitter-patter of water
on the dry and flaking earth.
rain
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:iconjade-pandora:
jade-pandora Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
Your wonderful words are featured here: [link]
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:iconbrassteeth:
brassteeth Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
:heart: :heart:
Thanks so much for your support!!!
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:iconjade-pandora:
jade-pandora Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2012
:iconheartlaplz: It's a pleasure, Christopher!
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner May 16, 2012   General Artist
I'm at a loss for words:heart:
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:iconbrassteeth:
brassteeth Featured By Owner May 16, 2012
and thanks for the Favourites!!!
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:iconsammur-amat:
Sammur-amat Featured By Owner May 16, 2012   General Artist
Definitely! :happybounce:
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MartinSilvertant Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2012  Professional General Artist
Beautiful poem. To me there seems to be an atmosphere of melancholy though. It makes me think of the words spoken in this eerie track: Blood Box — Mother of Dust (spoken word starting at 4:19 minutes). Those words are just as profound yet empty as your poem, if you know what I mean. Perhaps I'm just completely misinterpreting the meaning of your words.
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i-am-a-bridgewalker Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
this breathes in the synapse between science and mysticism. incredibly poignant vignette of two people reaching into the beyond, reaching toward something more.
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:iconbrassteeth:
brassteeth Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2011
Yes that's exactly right, glad you got that out of it. Thank you for your feedback. I appreciate it.
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:iconi-am-a-bridgewalker:
i-am-a-bridgewalker Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
your language is so slender that it begs time and attention. makes your readers work for it, just enough.
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