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Posted By: MoonChild03 Jul 24, 2003 - 10:44 am

[[Elixir of a Stormy Night]]

The fireworks are still dancing
in the inky blackness of night
(though it’s long past Fourth of July),
and it’s beyond the time
where fireflies dance
for the rising moon
which now hangs like
an orange globe in the sky.

The already slurred speech
of a thousand people fades
into an undistinguishable buzzing,
(almost musical if you listen),
until it’s finally silent.

I step away from the screaming
stillness and off into my own world,
where Cinderella dresses and
glass slippers are the required
apparel, a world safe from stone
cold hearts and bloodied tears.

Urgent voices call me in as
a storm begins to wake,
but what’s a summer downpour
if you can’t sit in the midst
of it and say you’ve won.

I’ve gotten used to the acidic feeling
of raindrops dripping down my back,
sending shivers of bliss and agony
through my body (much like you did).

The lightning flashes almost purple
(like the sweater I was wearing last night),
and illuminates a thousand thoughts
and a million moonlit memories.

Yesterday, sitting on the rain soaked
grass from an early morning cloudburst,
your cold, dry fingers wrapped around
my baby soft ones.
Your crystalline blue eyes looked into
my glowing amber ones and said a
final farewell. The look of remorse on
your face was a simple façade you had
perfected by then.

As I walked down the puddled sidewalk,
and watched the sheets of rain weave
a design in simple strokes, I found my
bloodied tears (which I’ve poured my life
into) blending with the acidic raindrops
of my first summer storm,
creating an elixir that’s never tasted better.