The lake freezes over.
The lake freezes over.
A moorhen is marooned,
Will the dog find his bone?
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The moon in attendance
As the moon in attendance, comes to weep
We the sun in green blankets goes to sleep.
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Our sexual rendezvous
Our sexual rendezvous
Meet the glass full till empty.
That is the pleasure…
In not going, steady
-On the rocks..?
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Albatross
An albatross follows me over head
I call hi my Damien angel
He has no fibre he's just playful…
But to my love, he and I are dead.
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I have no more tears save hers
I have no more tears save hers
In the shadows of my heart
I have swam as a black-swan
But now I have survived her-
Dead love, I must move on...
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An old summers flower
Oh where my rose
Shall I brier
On what fountains
shall I aspire
if you take leave
for somewhere higher
Grant me forgive me
An old summers flower!
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Outer space…?
Where will be my last event horizon?
Where will be my first enduring kiss?
Where will be my sandbars rest?
Where has gone my love my princess…
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Faith
Faith has a keep
A castle a mote
A drawbridge betwixt its middle,
Faith has a judicious knight in prince
Whose chambers remain congenial?
For valiant page and hoi polloi, rabble.
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What do I find in a kiss?
What do I find in a kiss?
The toe curling nerves of bliss
Sedimentary, tingling
Yes…
Intermingling
Yes…
Fluidity, pings
Like a broken glass
In that desire to clasp
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A pond fly
A pond fly gazes up
And sees the day erupt
I don't want to be eaten
My wings plucked
Can't I dry them on the wing?
And hear the clarion of wind
Before bearing
On my song to sing!
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