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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Turn Out The Lights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn out the lights and lie down to sleep<br>	and you open up within me like a lotus of fire<br>		blooming in the darkness of a vast inner space<br>that has become my only skin, tattooed with stars<br>	as I play solitaire with destiny, using your Tarot<br>		of chameleonic constellations as a firing squad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little threads of joy and fear shudder through me, <br>	revelation and lightning, fireflies going off, <br>		the blasting caps of greater detonations yet to come, <br>and your face is before me, apparition and aurora, <br>	the moon reflected on undulant water, <br>		a jewel turning in the light of itself, blue eyes, full lips, <br>the blonde smoke of your hair on your cheek<br>	disappearing somewhere as if a match had just been put out, <br>		and your smile, your beautiful, wide, forgiving smile<br>that seems to flow from the warmest sugars<br>	of an abundant heart; what dawn over a lake<br>		has ever touched me silently like that? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One look at you and I am hurled into another more spiritual dawn<br>	like a bird bewildered into singing by the strange joy<br>		that threatens to consume him in the soaring radiance.<br>And though I cannot say you, you are the secret<br>	I discern in the stars when they stop to whisper through the trees<br>		to the bones of the holy man humbled on the hill<br>of his own insignificance; and then you are the only exaltation<br>	that can raise him up again to shine above the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		Always within me you summon like a bell; you<br>draw me out of myself like a genie torn from a lamp; my blood<br>	heaves helplessly to the urgent clock of your tides, <br>		teems with life and washes up on the shores<br>of mysterious realms where you are always the enchantress of the island; <br>	what man or creature could I not become for you, <br>		immersed as I am in the wine of your being? You are<br>the fullness of woman in the prime of her mystery, the vase of your body, <br>	the shrine of a human divinity that generation after generation<br>		inspires adoration from the brute<br>that comes, awed and shy of first fire, to lay pink tulips on the staircase, <br>	grails and goblets gathered to be filled by the reeling honey<br>		of your presence, the fire that burns without burning<br>and leaves even the wind love-sick and longing for ashes. Human, <br>	you are five petals of fire; divine, one flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Break, then, if I must; in loving you, I'll break. <br>	And should you never love me back and the air turn glass<br>		and shatter<br>into a million splinters of emotion that settle at the bottom of the heart, <br>	the broken wineglass, the crippled flower, <br>		severed from its stem, or the moon, <br>scoured from its reflection on the eyeless river by clouds, <br>	never know the laughter of your fountain, still<br>		in every fractured piece of me<br>the whole of your face, in time and out, would shine<br>	as it did in the dark before the light began. You are not a mirage<br>		shimmering over vipers in these circumstantial sands<br>and I am not a candle in a hurricane. Though I love, <br>	I know the world, its gardens and atrocities, its wounded doors<br>		and urgent windows flowing with lace and longing.<br>It doesn't have much time for itself, busy as it is, <br>	trying to hide the loss; it's looking for its eyes with its eyes, <br>		its head with its head, its feet with its feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've pulled the thorn from my heart, the worm from the rose, <br>	the nail from my hand. I've gone mad and madder still, <br>		looked up at hell out of the depths of my despair<br>and envied such exalted heights. And then it's all turned radiant<br>	for no more reason than a dream, something nameless changes, <br>		even as we plan a way into ourselves, or out, <br>suddenly an unknown light breaks through, and we have our eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	One moment of you, one firefly, in the vastness <br>		I was falling through and galaxies ignited all around me; <br>the dead branch blossomed, the singing bird came<br>	and the day was no longer a spoonful of ashes. Call it<br>		what you will, pour it into any cup, plastic, crystal, or clay, <br>or drink it from your hands: it's still the wine, it's still the moon; it's still<br>	always and only you that makes this confusion of stars and birds<br>		in the treetops, this picture-music, this drunk dream, this tavern<br>that is an outcast's shrine to joy<br>	raise a glass<br>		to the sun in his blood that shines at midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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	and you open up within me like a lotus of fire
		blooming in the darkness of a vast inner space
that has become my only skin, tattooed with stars
	as I play solitaire with destiny, using your Tarot
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