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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:homagetohilary.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Homage to Hilary</title><link rel="self" href="http://homagetohilary.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://HomagetoHilary.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T09:07:21+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:homagetohilary.blog.co.uk,2008-01-27:/2008/01/27/hilary~3641907/</id><title>Hilary</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://HomagetoHilary.blog.co.uk/2008/01/27/hilary~3641907/"/><author><name>Cloudless1</name></author><published>2008-01-27T23:57:22+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:00:15+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hi Hilary&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am your secret admirer. You will never know who I am but I must tell you of the endless depth of my admiration for you and the beauty you create with your presence and your every move.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It is a visceral lust I feel for you and your glorious form. You have an unparallel beauty that inspires my desire. I would wish to speak of my love in terms of noble aims where you become the muse of my dream and thought. But it is as basic as human desire. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So my thoughts are told anonymously, you may mail me (cloudless@fsmail.net) but I doubt you would have any desire to do so. Know only that you are magnificent and desired.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Your body is a rhythm slowly ebbing&lt;br&gt;
It's soft resonance through all sympathetics.&lt;br&gt;
Pervading it's deep sonorous quality&lt;br&gt;
Into every soul, in endlessly rhyming hypnotics.&lt;br&gt;
Your mind is a melody high and strong,&lt;br&gt;
Weaving the intricacies of intervals into a perfect phrase,&lt;br&gt;
Then mellifluously lifting to an immaculate songs&lt;br&gt;
Dancing it euphorically within the rhythms maze,&lt;br&gt;
A dance which is ever changing, rising first to clarion thoughts,&lt;br&gt;
Then soaring beyond the comfort of belief into a flight&lt;br&gt;
Of improvisation, falling then from the grasp of the mind:&lt;br&gt;
The loss to be regained in a dream where sound, soul and spirit unite.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Your countenance, your paralinguistics&lt;br&gt;
Are the harmony, the beauteous decant.&lt;br&gt;
The sensuous aesthetics of which, with ecstatic joy,&lt;br&gt;
Even the melancholic, would enchant.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Your, presence, in the radiance of which&lt;br&gt;
I am transformed to a synaesthesic,&lt;br&gt;
Is the symphony of crystal cadence where&lt;br&gt;
Form and truth become the glorious acoustic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://HomagetoHilary.blog.co.uk/2008/01/27/hilary~3641907/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>
