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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Choose To Be Your Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i always console myself with the idea that i am not<br>at all alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are too many of me, of us, that we all become one boring<br>brew of liquefied images<br>coffee flowing on the carpet and wetting it and there is a fume<br>and the dust are captured on the stains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i feel now is the feeling that i do not want anything at all<br>that i just write what comes to my mind<br>without choosing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i am bombarded with thoughts and i am always on a defensive stance<br>a recipient always, passive and relaxed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things that come like rain to an empty earthen vessel<br>gives that feeling of fullness<br>which is too pacifying to the weary mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the vessel is filled with water and water pours out its liquid body<br>to the ground<br>to the grass to the canals racing to another path</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we try to follow it<br>it has myriad options and we are at a loss which way shall it be<br>words are like that<br>they pour upon our void</div><div style="margin:10px 0">others are blind and keep on talking about<br>hair and heads and hands<br>it is just myself that feel<br>emptying and filling and running and taking the journey again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what you see is the stillness of the body<br>a shadow on the wall<br>the night and rain sometimes come together<br>i choose to be your moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you are there looking at me<br>i am full, your gaze empties me<br>into a profusion of gentle dancing light<br>on your face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i never said a word<br>in the silence of my own understanding<br>you are so far away like a fallen star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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