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introducing: the ballroom

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Published: Oct 19, 2016

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as we, on silent feet, traipse through, the ballroom is old and empty. only a passing place now. we know of what lies behind, beyond, above it, but we know nothing within.
I have a reflection in the polished golden floor - it is merely a silhouette. smears of softblue spring sky, moonlight, and pink peonies. here, I am my wishing; I am wild white wishing poured into skin.
shadow, wearing fox fur and ferret paws, dashes vividly through the gold. he is dances, darling, a translucent dark. he is named. more thought than word, more mine than of stories, but he is named and he could whirl with them if there were words.
they are in Venice, strung along streetlights; they float behind clouds; they hide in old pages, in poems, the earliest hours of the morning, scattered and shy. if called on by right thoughts, drawn in with hands of magic, they all assemble here.
my head is filled with flowers, feathers, eleven kinds of silly things; my hands are made of faux moonlight. my hands hold nothing magical. the words are in Venice and we, silently, sit in an empty hall for a while before passing on.
this is only a passing place now.

passing on

an epilogue, in whispers:

I am wild wishing poured into skin, bound and secured with peony-pink ribbons. I pick pieces of poetry from the air to press against my face (so much of a kiss - soft silk genesis) - and they stay here, twined around strands of my hair. wind fairies, warm friends. my hands hold birdsong, my hands bleed worlds. a handful of words waltzes slowly over molten gold.

i) can we just !!! for a moment because I actually wrote something to post here? (and it's my birthday next monday! *!!!*)
ii) I decided some time ago to use no more capital letters at sentence beginnings in my journal, because it's my journal and I can do whatever I like there. I wrote this as a private journal entry at first and then didn't want to change it, so I'm afraid you just have to bear with the lack of "proper" grammar.

moonlight & wishes & kisses of wind for you