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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:37 pm
LINES TO A FRIEND
Several years and a few months after
You’ll meet her and she will shine
She has sweet red lips and eyes full of laughter
And a better heart than mine
And there in the mist and the blooming heather
Beneath a cloudless sky
You will dance a joyous dance together
With a better love than I
The joy that you have will be greater than joy
Like a light that breaks through the trees
And the love that you have will be better than any
That you could have had with me.
27 December 2006
Critique makes artists' souls glow bright.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:02 pm
BREATHS
Inside a silver, twilit dell,
Before I noticed in delight,
A ghostly breath with features fell
Had come to join me in my night.
I harbored tears and welcomed darts.
And dreams that ache with dawn and pain,
A silent pain to toll our hearts,
Came through the eyes like mist and rain.
Like bells beyond the serpent hills,
The drummings came with faint tattoo,
And burrowed deep into our wills,
Burrowed into our anger, too.
It stole my breaths and slaughtered me,
That ghostly shell of gloom and tears.
I painted air and painted, free,
Upon the gloaming of the years.
7 February 2006
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