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Tonight I found something From the blood rushing to rouge Almost inactive capillaries And make cheekbones remember warmth That I have often forgotten to colour With the timed tenderness of timid lips and the soft graces that only a sober excitement seems to both steady and waver the mind of an otherwise sound and straight worded scion and gentle student of this frail condition

Tonight I found a smile that I did not recognise one that I have faint recollection of from a past strained in rememberance through the words of a man that I don't quite recognise.

The Earth turns and falls down and I have felt the dancing orbs of distant Jovian moons and the dusty rings weaving tendrils about many a galactic cluster but tonight I found the red that bursts -jubilant- before nebulae are born in the rhythm of an ocean precociously petalled by a night-dream and a neckline by a sparking sun and the olive skin it's kissed by the mantric hum of a celestial archer's bow and the tranquil closing of deep honey eyes

Tonight I found something in the abyss of myself echoed from the melodies of you.

the treetops that make a show of imagination and the refracted star light that pales and presents the sleeping Earth in black bows that wave making lost memories to curl and creep and crawl forward without repose

And the dances. I like the dances and the way night makes shadows to undulate to a rhythm that beats with hearts and lungs filling with everything of me and you

And I like the way we cannot touch and the decades seem like yesterdays I like the way I like certain memories of you and the dreams that danced as we should have through suspended seconds and the symbiotic recombination of flesh that never knew flesh long enough to fracture the sky that turned back the tapestry tied dyed and drenched in the clamity of the coming tearing a part of the fabric of nature.

  We remember the soul of a beautiful woman.

Her words that escaped her lips inspired our hearts.

Her courage to overcome what was to become what is enlightened us.

We forever know but never do because we fear what will be.

However a soul of a beautiful woman speaks to all of us.

  The soul of a beautiful woman is remembered long after her looks fade and her mind combust.

  Her soul is the heart of everything and what makes her attractive.

We feed of it without knowing it.

It gives us nourishment to gather in her name for her, by her and with her.

  She remains in our hearts and lives on in the memories of others.

People who read her words and spoken them to heighten awareness for the rest of us.

  Cherish the thought and lesson taught by this beautiful soul.

They count themselves lucky to have the knowledge passed on.

Flattered were they to be among the few to be called an acquaintance of hers.

  She forever remains a beautiful soul.

Tonight I found something From the blood rushing to rouge Almost inactive capillaries And make cheekbones remember warmth That I have often forgotten to colour With the timed tenderness of timid lips and the soft graces that only a sober excitement seems to both steady and waver the mind of an otherwise sound and straight worded scion and gentle student of this frail condition

Tonight I found a smile that I did not recognise one that I have faint recollection of from a past strained in rememberance through the words of a man that I don't quite recognise.

The Earth turns and falls down and I have felt the dancing orbs of distant Jovian moons and the dusty rings weaving tendrils about many a galactic cluster but tonight I found the red that bursts -jubilant- before nebulae are born in the rhythm of an ocean precociously petalled by a night-dream and a neckline by a sparking sun and the olive skin it's kissed by the mantric hum of a celestial archer's bow and the tranquil closing of deep honey eyes

Tonight I found something in the abyss of myself echoed from the melodies of you.

A doctor by profession and a person who cares by nature do many of us exist?

I can’t be sure, but I think so.

We could be lurking behind every closed door.

Every smile and frown we wear.

The masks we put on, all part of an act, a facade.

Everyday that goes by is the same, till it becomes a clutter in our minds.

Too many do’s and don’ts and too many roles to play.

We become as one another, as time passes.

The habits, the dress sense, the way of speech if not careful we can forget.

There is a pressure to be what is in the eyes of another socially correct.

All too easy it is to follow, but a lot harder to be unique.

  Falling in and out of love

Breaking and mending hearts, crying and smiling

All come with the territory of what it means to be in love.

  Remembering the first date, the first kiss and the first time you both said I love you.

A fool for love you buy flowers, chocolates and book a table for two in a fancy restaurant; Trying to recapture the magic that was there at the beginning when everything was new.

  Getting butterflies in your stomach and feeling excited in the presence of each other.

Without saying a word your eyes meet and do all the talking for you while the course of true love redefines itself.

Mistakes are made.

Lessons are learnt.

Decisions are taken.

Choices are presented.

  Right or wrong you went through what you had to.

To become the person you are.

The person you are meant to be.

The person you want to be.

  Someone you like,

A person who is down to earth.

 At first you where lost now you are found.