Why in despair sweet dancer of the light?
Come now and sit with me in the basement of hope..
Where art lies and music strings--
Long for curious fellows to inhabit..
Expression of veins on fire,
Must get it out for fear I shall burst..
And then, art is upon the ground.
Schrapnel-like pieces..
Put me back together, so I can be whole again--
One with you, sitting here..
In this basement of hope.
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"basement of hope"-- I love that!
Deidre!
I have not spoken with you in a while. I'm sorry. I have been crazy busy. But I have a different blogspot now, so i wanted to share that with you and let you know I really enjoyed this poem.
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