March 17, 2001

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Lost star, wishing
2002-08-17, 11:45 p.m.

"doors close and feelings flow
{and i don't want to know you}
through my mind i feel his...
{and i don't want to hear you}
pictures and i've fallen
{and i don't wanna know you}
wonder why i'm here now
{i promise to be near you)"
slowdive

A week felt, a week gone..it feels like a dream. Pictures flow, words not spoken and it feels as if I'm still sleeping through the days. Words never come easily, not the spoken ones..and yet, and yet those are the one's I crave.

She lay awake
Counting time
Shadows pass
clouds hover overhead
Reaching through
sunlight strains
Night decends
Recollection of moments
A look that burns
Imprint of souls
Eyes of the forest
touch eyes of the earth
Time suspended
As she
Rises up to meet him..

G. MacFarlane August 9, 2002

� starlight ** sunlight �

� Copyright 1997-2002 Gwensarah MacFarlane.
Everytime you steal my stuff, a tree burns down somewhere...only you can prevent forest fires.

With an host of furious fancies.. whereof I am commander, with a burning spear and a horse of air...to the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows...
I summoned am to tourney... Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end, Methinks it is no journey....