The Dreamscape Universe of An Aspiring Scribe

"One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The tale is the map that is the territory." --Neil Gaiman, 'American Gods'

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I'm a 21-year-old college student with dreams of being a professional writer. As you can tell from this blog, I certainly have the ego for it!

Friday, January 20, 2006

A Love I Cannot Tell

I miss your smile and eyes so shining bright,
Your heart was warm and friendly like no other,
Your face seemed to me to shine with heaven’s light
And yet I only seemed to be your brother;
I loved you with a love I cannot tell,
A love that burned so deep and truly bright,
Your voice was like the ringing of a bell,
The fire burned through the day and all the night;
And yet I never spoke to you this way,
My love was silent as the stars at night,
I have lost all love now that you’re away,
Only darkness reigns where there once was light;
My love for you can only be as friend to friend,
With you my heart stands still and all love ends.

Be seeing you,
Steven

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