Golden Nomad of Ecstasy
Alone beneath a full moon once again, I gather together all I can give: milkweed, tears, a bouquet of cold fingers, and the awful silence between too many promises.
Everything else is a dream, a glove dropped and awaiting your warm hand.
Won't you break this bubble of unknowing? Won't you end this masquerade?
If you don't come and claim me from this fantasy of loving you what in the world will happen to me? Will I wander forever in this unwritten scripture like some parable of faithfulness, seeing you in others' eyes, but never in your own?
Should I ride the undertow inside me back to the shell of our first meeting?
My heart was desert then, my body a stone. But you, golden nomad of ecstasy, you burned the world away in a glance, spoke to me like thunder and turned my beggarless wandering into pure dance.
Today, slightly confused and needing a mother, I find myself leaping -- leaping from earth to sun and back again, not in search of you. No. Because of you.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at March 25, 2010 08:52 AM
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I dunno, to me you're like a Present Day daily reporter of the Amazing News from in the Realm within. Rock On brother Mitch, let us all Rock (or leap) on. Thank you for adding to my day.
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Posted by: George Dragotta ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.ideachampions.com/heart/nav-commenters.gif)
at March 25, 2010 08:43 PM
Wow Mitch just Wow!! what a way to reach a heart.
Posted by: Chris at March 25, 2010 10:12 PM
just don't forget to practice.......
Posted by: sanfranciscojim1 at March 26, 2010 12:50 PM
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