fahye: (underworld in mist)
Fahye ([personal profile] fahye) wrote2006-02-25 11:53 pm
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wendy-lady

I lost my compass long ago, and found
another way to set my course. I keep
my eyes ahead, my feet firm on the ground,
and only hear your voice when I'm asleep.
I dream of soap and shadows; fairy dust
that glowed bright gold and let me fly. Don't mock
the yearning dreams I have, for dream I must,
and wake up to the ticking of a clock.
I hate the words that hold you now exempt
from growing old; from time; from clocks and life.
These games we played, these worlds we only dreamt,
caught in the mem'ry of a pirate's knife.
My compass now cannot be seen by night
like dust; like stars, the second to the right.

~

Happy birthday, Mel.

[identity profile] ryokophoenix.livejournal.com 2006-02-26 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my.
Thankyouverymuch, it is absolutely lovely (and you know me far too well :P). I do so adore your poetry (I meant to comment on Rosary, but I didn't, did I?).
<3<3<3<3

(and I'm glad you enjoyed Les Mis!)
ext_21673: (flickered dust blind)

[identity profile] fahye.livejournal.com 2006-02-26 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
You're very welcome, my dear!

So I take it nothing's happening today? :(

[identity profile] ryokophoenix.livejournal.com 2006-02-26 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Don't think so...Ma's making lasagne, so I'm not going out for dinner, and I've got too much to do anything that lasts too long.
Ah well.
Ma bought me a box! It is pretty. :D