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The woman of my night's ramblings carries herself away on a chariot made of platinum and titanium so that she is but a star in the sky. Her wings spread across my mind as the rays of first light morph the morning sky into vibrant colors and shatter the star's ray of hope. Welcoming the morning is a far reach for her beauty has exploded the night just to be lost in the sun's presence but has found harmony with it. She is the brightest star in any sky even if only in my eye for she twinkles as my eyes twinkle at just the thought of seeing her again. Before she left on her chariot she captured my heart but left me hers in retur

She whispers soft words in my ears as I walk out the door to feed my addiction and wonder how I got this grand woman in my life  making my heart race laps. She makes me want to smile and laugh as a kid would, booming and contagious barely scrapes the surface of how it sounds and makes me feel on the mushy inside. She softly walks-up behind me to pull me into an embrace, breathing on my neck, but allowing me to continue fixing food for our stomachs to enjoy on the couch. She is no longer sitting next to me poking fun of my northern accent and drawing me nearer so she can share my ever present radiant spirit. She still whispers

She's all consuming taking up every last inch of me making me dance the dangerous tango filled with so many emotions. A dream with vibrant colors more than the rainbow has to offer but somehow she offers more and is a transformer with more than meets the eye. Whether I'm out or just staying in my dorm all I can think about is the way she moves, speaks, laughs, smiles and does her random quirky traits. The traits that call Boreas to whisk me away are the little details no one notices yet everyone knows them well enough to make her blush.

This feeling of foreboding is nothing compared to seeing the dark clouds that ring the horizon at sunrise on a winter morn. The clouds seem harmless only at first glance but you know they carry with them the first terrifying blizzard of the season. The one that sweeps you out of bed because of the sheer noise that issues from the heavy falling of snow just as the blanket that flies off the bed and onto the lane. The dogs bark and whine as you turn up the heat and turn on the coffee so you can grab your gear and to start shoveling the snow that makes you remember the snow angels you once made. Those days you laughed and smil

I think I may be losing it I think she told the truth I think he have lied I think he's keeping secrets I think I may have lost it I think she schemes I think he covers it up I think he is scared I think I may be lost I think she spun a web I think he wants me I think he is shaken I think I may be gone I think she has won I think he is confused I think he loves me I may have lost some dignity, I may have lost the way, I may have lost my security, But I remain vigilant and wary of things to come.