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I opened the front door

There stood little me

I was young once more

looked to be the age of three

I began to  wonder where I’d come from

it was so early; before the sun

there was not another soul around

the world was still; there wasn’t a sound

I gathered my small self and off we went

to find out what this unexpected appearance meant

Hand in hand, we went on our way

neither of us had very much to say

Our journey together, took us through the seasons

when finally, we discovered, what must be the reason:

To find yourself you must go back, and search far

then, meet near the middle, to see why, you are

 

 

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First of winter, yesterday

but summer still hung on by its skin

we soaked it in with sun’s drenching rays

not knowing when bitter cold, might begin to seep in

Then, we may turn varying degrees of blue

as days can’t hold on to their light

and autumn leaves drop off to become fewer than few

aware that winter’s wind comes with such a nasty bite

 

Dream Check

Last night I saw you flying

along a silvery moon beam

as I was busy tying

the loose ends of a dream

You appeared so completely free

portraying not a single care

I watched you soar above the tallest trees

wind blowing through your golden hair

The hands of time stood still

but yours spread gently with grace

While gliding down valleys and over hills

a radiant smile just covered your face

I felt a longing inside my chest

which pulled and tugged with all its might

It seemed a persistent unspoken request

to join you in your night’s delight

I couldn’t push the desire away

when all lately, cut deeper than a knife

so I accepted without the slightest delay

and flew into this dream of a conscious subconscious life

 

 

 

 

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Oh, glorious sky of day

coaxing this darkness from where it lay

Open your eyes,”  I hear you say

 Joining sun, you pull these blues away

All is well; my fears allay

 

Oh, velvety sky of night

soak this heart in brilliant starlight

make it sparkle; golden and bright

Unleash the dreams behind these eyes

as past and present become allies

 

 

 

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I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down

til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again

together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts

so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures

Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs

we’ll  know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind

just waiting, to lift us skyward

 

Someday I’ll no longer be tethered

like the little blonde girl with purse of red patent leather

when someone like you stole all

her young heart’s most-valued treasures

Untethered, if ever that relentless storm

again, crashes down unmeasured

And although I’ve grown only

a small set of feathers

I now know, they are built to repel

all manner of hell; doing it really, really well

 Still stronger, they’ll grow

preparing for a case of the never-say-never

when they will lift me up

to fly freely through, any type of inclement weather

 

 

The eight semi-clear panes of the kitchen window

filter many unresolved and repeating thoughts

which drift soundlessly from my multicaverned head

into the crisp, clear, breathtakingly deep, blue sky

that you always fill so completely

every time I remember you

and that you’ve died

But I can never understand why