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Thoughts flicker
In my mind
Like faint stars.
I glint
Like a drop of dew
In the morning sun
And vanish.
This space
Into which I now dissolve
And disappear
Is the eternal color
Of your eyes.
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Too often
You gave me keys
To a room
That has no doors.
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The sluggish sap
Still trapped
Within the steel-blue
Veins of winter,
Now finally softens
In the tender splash
Of early light,
And our frozen hopes
Once more
Begin to flow.
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Once again, a raven's dawn splits wide open on the
distant horizon,
The earth sharply tilting forward, stretching thin the
fabric of space;
The brain is rinsed of the night's ragged shapes and
vain escapes,
As blazing pinks soak the sky and then melt into a painful
tint of gold;
A thought takes hold in the changing flow of the new
breaking light--
With each tomorrow curving more sharply back toward the
beginning,
With time tricking the senses, folding and refolding back on
itself--
The untouched wind and the waves are all that will ever
really matter.
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My poems are often inspired by thoughts I have in dreams.
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Last updated 01-jun-09
