Friday, December 30, 2011

Vintage Prose: On Renee

etherial... peaceful, vibrant cluster of divine dust beheld by the Almighty she wishes to share her wonder... she crosses up in the sky, you asking why... can she be grasped? passing through as a vapor leaving a permanent touch of soul warming love and lingering scent of egyptian musk and gardenia, her memory embraces you just as sweet leaving you fulfilled yet unsatiated. reaching for that star lifts you higher than ever clouding your mind to the imminent plumit to the earth she calls home so you pray she catches you. but she wants nothing more than to let you into her innermost still accepting the fact that her depth will remain elusive... your only comfort is that she watches over you still and the hope and desire for the chance to behold that celestial splendor just... once... more...




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