On this old dust an ocean danced,
Sea mud consumed our long romance.
Our lives lost to a land primeval,
Deaths disjoined by Earth’s upheaval.
Though loam and clay replaced our bones
And our hearts space filled with stones
We lie at last entwined alone

Lost in a strata, sphere’s dark might,
like two schist’s passing in the night.
I’ve missed you for a million years,
a billion times, a trillion tears.
Cast astray in time’s mortared space,
while we await some distant race.
You shifted up between slate seams,
I felt your kiss within my dreams.

But now so close, we almost touch,
I want to be with you so much,
I sifted down through drifted sand,
to touch upon your upturned hand.
A rain of years, raging weather,
Brought us both at last together,
Now side by side a rock romance,
Tossed by time and embraced by chance.

The mountains rose, the oceans fell,
I never wavered from your spell.
Eons passed before eyes had seen us,
and pried your form from layers between us
They cracked and carved away your case,
to gaze upon your quarried face.

Stripping binds of sandstone boulders,
exposed to light enwoven shoulders.
Hammers, picks, chisels chipped us free,
assembled ever so carefully
I’m part of you and you of me,
always together, till eternity.

I’m sedimental over you.
Emma Marshall "Dr D is my God" Curious - 16 years, 4 months, 12 days ago

And I searched in another man's world, cautious in all the beauty and splendor around me, until eventually I found myself in the corners of solitude - where creativity stopped to kiss me on the lips.
Emma Marshall "Dr D is my God" Curious - 16 years, 6 months, 12 days ago

Isn't it amazing how we face the stars when we look for our dreams...
How beautiful.
A glowing fragment nourishing the vastness of the universe and feeding light into our souls.
Radiating the secrets of existence, they inspire us to search for the language and wisdom of the Gods.

Igniting within my heart, a true joy that comes from deep down inside. such a feeling of purity, richness and strength, how can anyone remain unmoved by it?
In my mind it builds an instinctive tranquility, deep faith and inner truth, enabling my spirit to join in the potential for rebirth.

May my guiding light be strong, like a fate that is the instrument thanks to which my life finds its meaning and patterns. may it show me the road down which i may roam and grow to be proud.

Teaching me to be the master of myself.
Teaching me the power of my love and the strength of my soul...
Emma Marshall "Dr D is my God" Curious - 16 years, 6 months, 12 days ago

There is a feeling of immensity as everywhere becomes intoxicated by the gentle fermentation of summer.
Is this not the most blissful, laziest and most indulgent of times?
Perhaps there is a deep sense that everything contains within it, its own opposite.
Rust of Autumn sets in and winter calls because it knows that something has to die in order for something to be born. This is the Mystery of creation.

If we choose to spend our time doing nothing then our hope of achievement will die.
Anything good that comes to pass requires sacrifice, even if this is only the sacrifice of the dream we had of it before it materialized.
The pain of this is well known to those whose creation never quite matches up to the glowing idea that gave birth to it.

Having nothing to wish for is a great sacrifice and demands a deep transformation, so that other treasures may be sought on other levels.
Sacrifice is transformation.
Paying the price is a reality that underlies all pleasure, which ultimately makes it more valuable.
Emma Marshall "Dr D is my God" Curious - 16 years, 6 months, 12 days ago

My love is like footsteps in the snow.
I follow you everywhere you go – baby
The pain inside has come to wake you
But you will never realize that I inspire the dreams that guide you
I follow the winds that bring the cold
I light a fire in your soul
The lightest touch of feathers falling
My love may be invisible
But I inspire the dreams that guide you

Your half a world away but in my mind
I whisper every single word you say
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star
Your singing satellite
Emma Marshall "Dr D is my God" Curious - 16 years, 6 months, 12 days ago