04-30-2017, 04:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2017, 04:04 PM by AnthroHeart.)
Written back on 3/20/08
My dream fades
to another memory
with whispers
in silence
where a voice tells me to
visit the river
that flows between our worlds.
Some call it the Lifestream,
some, the life force energy;
that connection between me
as a human
as FurryBlueNaki
and
(Dear husky)
I am not afraid to cry aloud
in the night
for those I miss who
have never done me wrong;
never left me stranded.
And I see this river,
of it's multiple hues
shimmering, reflecting
the radiance of two bodies,
the warmth of passion
that I hold for my fursona.
So now,
(Dear wolf anthro)
Call to me
and I will be there
for I have known pain
of loneliness, and
I will traverse the distance,
the remote stretch of time
that has disjointed our memory
of one another.
My dream fades
to another memory
with whispers
in silence
where a voice tells me to
visit the river
that flows between our worlds.
Some call it the Lifestream,
some, the life force energy;
that connection between me
as a human
as FurryBlueNaki
and
(Dear husky)
I am not afraid to cry aloud
in the night
for those I miss who
have never done me wrong;
never left me stranded.
And I see this river,
of it's multiple hues
shimmering, reflecting
the radiance of two bodies,
the warmth of passion
that I hold for my fursona.
So now,
(Dear wolf anthro)
Call to me
and I will be there
for I have known pain
of loneliness, and
I will traverse the distance,
the remote stretch of time
that has disjointed our memory
of one another.