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Duncanville, TX, United States
I'm an international person, having spent 6+years of my youth in various Central and South American countries. Within my occupation as a television engineer, I've since traveled back to Mexico several times to film various religious sites, to Ireland to film a video documentary on the life of St. Patrick, to Portugal and England. Each time I took hundreds of pictures, wrote songs and poems about the things I saw and heard and felt go on around me, and tried to absorb a sense for what people in each locale thought. How they love, how they see, how they think.... My other sites: www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle http://community.webshots.com/user/waynocook www.soundclick.com/eddieaustin

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Love's Milk

It must have been that Monday, now it feels so far away
Maybe the summer sunshine, perhaps a lazy day
You fingers in my hair, you lips across my neck
It became so easy to fall, my life seemed so surreal

Makes the pain sting even more, each time I give a kiss
You face floats before me, of scented air it consists
I could fly forever, when you were my wings
All that lost, all is lost, everything

Your promise lifted me, from dusk to pearly dawn
Then sun broke through turbulent mist, a newborn fawn
I breathed the crystal air, drank the morning breeze
Though tenderness was ever warm, I watched it freeze

How could two hearts so entwined be torn so easily
Words will never describe, words like this are never free
How can you be so calm, old leather dried and cracked
When my drink is poison, love’s milk cannot come back

Maybe this is the way I know, what you can do to me
Just one more day of questions, one more day
Now I know what leaving means, rejection and the pain
‘Cause I’m standing here, just waiting in the rain

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