what essence lives in lieu of art
that beyond new horizons chart is spilled as ink from this poor heart no further craft dare it impart
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January 18, 2022
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let not winter take me
its dark fingers should not close my eyes better to die in spring drifing on blossom scented by a last sunrise
tearful are my eyes
watching the candlelight die in its final dance
I long again for yellow days
golden carefree afternoons
that in their bosom I could play
fearing not a night too soon
that was a time ne’er to forget
with gentle memories retained
though in my psyche deeply set
but sadly there they will remain
I’m lost in her eyes
then at the moment we kiss I’m found in her eyes
the dream free-falling
ends the same a meadow sweet from summer rain that cushions well my landing head as would the fall into your bed.
she oscitates and looks out at the rain this early storm is not her morn’ so she goes to sleep again.
for that moment your alarm clock rings the first sight of your eyes open which its fanfare brings
in his final dream
he solved the riddle of life then died in his sleep
I watch the fairy of the chimes
as she seeks a rose to climb upon which her bells may ring to summon out the song of spring
her song will peel in twilight’s calm
bringing forth thoughts safe and warm and brighten eventide’s domain with thought’s of summer days again.