Box of Dreams.
A little bit of fantasy, always needed.
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I am always missing trains.
I am always missing
Trains in dreams.
I am always missing boats
In life.........
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We kissed.
We kissed and kissed.
But never stayed together.
We longed and longed,
Always promising to make it better.
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Still-born(fools paradise) .
Our relationship
Is as perfect
As a still-born child.
Never dared to be
Touched
Ever again
For fear of
Revealing
It was never
Perfect.
Only in our minds` eye
Of each other.
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How cool the amber of the day.
How cool the amber of the day!
The quietness, the sway.
I slept the sleep of angels,
And felt newborn in the
Amber of the day.
Long live the sweet
Mysterious dusk
Of the amber light.
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(For a) Mis-nomer
She wafted in
Like a sea-breeze,
And made me feel
A little less than impossible
(To be with) .
Like a summers misty morning.
Too gentle
For any malice or forethought.
A time of easy beginnings,
Charmed losses.
Yet barely-heard sighs.
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Love springs.
Loving is not the easiest
Thing in the world to handle.
But writing has always been
A source of joy,
And flows naturally.
Although i try,
From time to time to
Tap it.
It then never runs at all.
And loving all you has been
The source of the fall.
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Essex and Hollywood
With pert nose and buttocks to match.
You were a ginger long-haired,
Tight jeaned 'Guinness ad' man's dream.
For the time it took
(On a drunken Sunday night.)
For you to light up and yawn.
The difference between an
Essex girl
And a Hollywood siren.
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Scream.
Haystacks and Augusts,
And country lanes.
Woodland swooping birds.
Winding roads and pubs.
Rivers, bridges, waterfalls.
Cornfields and bubbling streams.
Willow trees and rivers in bloom.
July is my lover.
Blossom pink flowers
Floating away,
Bang!
And the dream is over.
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Into the ether.
You brushed by
Brisk and anonymous.
With a breezy 'hello! '
Flakier than i like to remember
(Or believe) .
Didn`t believe a word
Of who you were, or are.
Cleared the air
Maybe.
But do i trust you?
No!
Soon you were gone.
Back into the ether,
As if we had
Never happened at all.
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