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from Kelly Sunday, May 06, 2007 - 15:44 (Agree/Disagree?) (I only know that I want to know....) Fragiletiger, I like your poem it is kinda how I am finding love to be. In moonlight of the century’s 2:03 am and 4 seconds on 5/6/07 …… For my Dearest Love: Who are you moon’s eye? Whose pupil’s gaze stars at me so brightly? Oh Dearest Awe… Who are you moons eye? Sometimes high in the ever-changing substance of colorful sky You, in night’s blackness such far a force yet level with mine eyes Why does your light shine down so bright on me now? I do not know you. I know only that I do not know because, you make me want: To know To understand To learn and unlearn To remember that I forget, that I remember. To wonder Such Energy…. Who are you moon’s eye? Why do you remind me that I am and am not? Why am I happy? Is it me? Is it you? Is it us? Is your eye’s light only a reflection? Do you see my eye’s light? Do the stars make us one in clear reflection? Speak to me oh silent moon’s eye—Speak Dear speak –Because you already have. Dearest Love, In the moon I see your minds eye A curve of red is forming round you with blue and white fluffing colors Ever changing form and meaning Beautifully moving, disappearing quietly, Quickly reappearing brightly Brighter Brightest Clearer Clearest We.... (Mimicking, mocking, madly laughing—Fear--est?) (Yet… Maybe baby, May May be the month we marry again, Melting us as one Unifying our minds eye we see and saw a reflection of each other. And maybe you’ll mention it to me again on Monday Or Tuesday) In our forever changing moments... The Beauty Of the moon’s eye’s eye light beams catches our tongues Which are now breathing, love after screaming, after laughing As we dance with awe In the ever-changing omni--preset eye of our souls. And now we know that what we knew and wanted of each other together secretly in our silence. Before was old and new, now and later: true—an illusion. And it makes us who we are now—changed, Moving, growing, understanding, that we want to know the unfathomable unknown. In this Blinding Wonder Babe, I find my Passion (My Work, My Happiness, My Life, My Death, My Love, My Pain, My Bliss, My Dreams, My Realities, My Color.) Wanting to know The "it" of it all --which we are part of. (reply to this comment)

from xolox Wednesday, January 05, 2005 - 10:28 (Agree/Disagree?) Really? you guys thought all that? What I like about the author, is the fact that he/she didn't see the need to force a rhyme. other than that... not much there. (reply to this comment)

From geo Wednesday, January 05, 2005, 12:04 (Agree/Disagree?) I have to agree with you. (reply to this comment)

From ack Wednesday, January 05, 2005, 10:31 (Agree/Disagree?) study some prose.(reply to this comment)

from live_fast-die_young Friday, December 17, 2004 - 03:30 (Agree/Disagree?) Crazy how similar this poem is to one that I wrote when I was 16. Similar images & words usage. I'll have to rummage about at home to find & post it here. (reply to this comment)

from moon beam Wednesday, November 03, 2004 - 11:12 (Agree/Disagree?) I like how the verses contradict each other on the nature and type of love, and the confusion and complexity of what is meant as "perfect love" ever changing/never changing, always different/constant, delicate/intense, conditional/unconditional, fragile/strong-solid, (reply to this comment)

From banal_commentator Friday, December 17, 2004, 07:54 (Agree/Disagree?) ...........much like the author's perception of herself; hence the name 'fragiletiger'(reply to this comment)