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Life, my love Is as fragile as a dream. Whether it be known to us or not, we have the potential to effect
Within you Cosmic queen, Angel of purifying grace, I see the innocence, playful creation,
We, all of us, huddled, griping fi… in the halls of caverns and caves, waiting for the surge of the onrushing tide that would c… Those inner chambers, and blast us…
Thou, so happy nymph, My fulsome pounding heart, Waited on the stone folly! Through the arboreal arch. Married with moss and ivy
Mercy and truth have met together.… Man, in his weakness and shortsigh… He trembles at the risks he takes.… There comes a time when our eyes a… We need only await it with confide…
Shudder in the cold air, the end of the autumn. I know each season like a son or d… lashing out against me, or cuddling and warming me,
Crawling through the mud Raising my head To look at the stars I see only your face Patterns depict your eyes
For soon, I shall die, And there shall be nothing between… But the vast emptiness, Which I will inhabit like an echo… The boundless void,
Smiling, a shoulder trimmed by gea… Frayed jeans hems, ferry deck soaked from toes to shins. You first pervaded essence.
The night, Warm and heavy. Your dress, Mauve. Your eyes and hair,
Rose—petal paint flaking, On a small iron wrought gate, In a length of wall. But for creepers, And crawlers and
You sat at the restaurant table; Your eyes rested on the bubbling h… Gazing at the distant waves, and s… beyond the lighthouse at the head, As a painter would paint you,
An image, a ghost An impression at most. Morning light creeps through the s… Fingers in hair, goodbyes and hall… Muses, abuses, sings for dinner
Salty pools of mint tepidity lick my ankles, and cleanse my toe… The tide subsides, and leaves behi… The silver sided friends Flapping wildly beneath lush canop…
Listen thyself, not to the birdson… To the tick of the clock, to the s… For that will cast only the shape… And your desire will fill the moul… Look not at color and shape,