{"id":787,"date":"2006-11-03T17:18:03","date_gmt":"2006-11-03T23:18:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/wordpress\/writing\/1996\/10-9-96-begging-for-sunset-and-dreading-midnight\/"},"modified":"2006-11-03T17:18:03","modified_gmt":"2006-11-03T23:18:03","slug":"10-9-96-begging-for-sunset-and-dreading-midnight","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=787","title":{"rendered":"10-9-96 begging for sunset and dreading midnight"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"fb_share_1\" style=\"clear:left; float: left; margin-right: 10px; margin-top:10px;;width: 55px;\" name=\"fb_share\"><div id=\"fb-root\"><\/div><script src=\"http:\/\/connect.facebook.net\/en_US\/all.js#appId=125029517579627&amp;xfbml=1\"><\/script><fb:like href=\"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/?page_id=787\" send=\"false\" layout=\"box_count\" width=\"55\" show_faces=\"false\" font=\"arial\"><\/fb:like><\/div><p>It&#8217;s so easy<br \/>\nWhen I see you<br \/>\nTo feel the comfort of time<br \/>\nTo be myself without question<br \/>\nTo belong, and know love<br \/>\nSubmerged, breathing easy<\/p>\n<p>The hills roll burning in the sunlight<br \/>\nThe night brings refuel and relief<br \/>\nHow many wonderful days can I have with you?<br \/>\nI treasure each one as the last&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>You make my dreams seem too reasonable<br \/>\nYou&#8217;d figure a writer would embellish a bit<br \/>\nYour reality flattens memories every time<br \/>\nUsually the greed of the ego demands flesh, possession<br \/>\nBut my dreams were just of you near me<br \/>\nYour breath close enough to make my muscles question orders<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I get mixed messages from you<br \/>\nEnough to keep it interesting<br \/>\nHow much of it my own confusion, I hope I&#8217;ll never know<br \/>\nYou just be who you are<br \/>\nI know where I&#8217;m going to be<br \/>\n(and so do you!)<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s so easy<br \/>\nTo love you back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s so easy When I see you To feel the comfort of time To be myself without question To belong, and know love Submerged, breathing easy The hills roll burning in the sunlight The night brings refuel and relief How many wonderful days can I have with you? I treasure each one as the last&#8230; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":770,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/PeNcU-cH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/787"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=787"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/787\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bittermancircle.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}