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Visitations, including 'Extraterrestrial' 
'PROBES'
Goto-Age Of Aquarius (NEW)
"The Song of the
Waterwheel"
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The long arduous hours of silence
and dismay
pass strangely by,
my thoughts adrift in your
face,
the soft warmth of your aura
lapping around me
in a constant flux.
I think
and try to understand,
but find no logic rising.
The strangeness of newness
is tearful joy
in expectation,
an oasis
on parched memories of
experience:
the forbidden fruits of Eden
come
with difficulty:
conquered emotions now
appear unconquered!
trapped!
awoken!
in a suddeness of evenings,
a fringe of hair,
the darkened eyebrow,
the demon-like smile,
yet kind,
and shy.
Scarf,
tied around mouth,
avoids the cold of evening
air,
it's winter!
Needing to
hold,
touch,
feel the warmth of hair,
a hand,
or cheek.
Gazing back through 'visored'
view
rounded features,
face,
soft,
loving,
hiding,
somewhere within a depth,
the tears of sadness,
won't let me in but wants to,
I'm sure.
Gallant!
as never before,
I protect in angry manner,
the buried truths of hidden
feelings.
I,
would kill to love!
but not love to kill.
See!
the arch of her back
as she sits there smiling,
laughing,
full of the joy of
wonderment.
Stroke arm with affection,
as father might,
moistened finger smooths the ruffled
eyebrow,
wrinkles the perfect nose.
Looks with warmth,
can't hide the love,
doesn't really want to,
knows he should,
can't,
won't,
breaks all the rules,
always has,
always will,
perhaps?
Knows what to do,
can't,
won't do it!
should,
must,
why?...
knows very well why!
Fools himself,
No!
This created wish-world is his only
dream,
always was,
always will
be,
maybe.
Can't contain the thoughts,
loves with a passion,
the imaginings,...
Wishful dream,
Note,...
not 'plural'!
there is but one,
was always more,
before,
Always was?
always?
not no more.
The rhythmic patterns from a
tearduct visualized on soft sheets.
For once there is nothing cruel, --
almost brotherlike,
anaffection unsurpassed in the
experience,
dreamlike in quality,
yet real to touch,
sometimes loving,
sometimes not,
it seems....
What is real may never be
known
is it better that way?...
will the truth hurt more than the
dream?...
can a dream of such reality be
constructed,
from the wisps of
self-deception?
Maybe time will tell,
it always does,
it always will,
won't
it?
(c) adastra@itl.net
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ZODIAC
POETS, or "Lisa's
Page" of poetry which is
recommended, by me that is.
Go Back 'undersea' to meditate. -- goto 'Cosmic
Lessons' -- goto the 'Love
Chronicles' -- goto 'Astrology
Psychology Mythology'
goto 'Stonehenge' -- goto 'Artworx' -- goto 'Introduction
to story of '"Miss Terry of the Odd Essey" -- goto 'contents'
GOTO 'Astrology'
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