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In your eyes I find a hope,
A hope in your eyes I've seen.
And on your lips I find a kiss,
A kiss that gives me wings:
To fly away into the sky,
Into the sky so blue.
I'd give up everything I am,
To be everything to you.
In my soul there is a yearning,
To hold you in my arms.
And in my heart there is a burning,
To keep you from all harm.
Your voice as sweet as honey,
ever-tender in my ear.
Your lips dripping nectar from the gods
To sooth away my fears.
In your fingertips I find a touch,
Feels like fire on my skin.
You've given me the torch of love,
To light my flame again.
I want to lay with you under the stars,
To see them sparkle in the skies,
To kiss your lips so tenderly
And get lost in the depth of your eyes.
In your smile I see a love,
A love that stretches to the skies.
And in my smile I know you'll find
A love that will never die.
A hope in your eyes I've seen.
And on your lips I find a kiss,
A kiss that gives me wings:
To fly away into the sky,
Into the sky so blue.
I'd give up everything I am,
To be everything to you.
In my soul there is a yearning,
To hold you in my arms.
And in my heart there is a burning,
To keep you from all harm.
Your voice as sweet as honey,
ever-tender in my ear.
Your lips dripping nectar from the gods
To sooth away my fears.
In your fingertips I find a touch,
Feels like fire on my skin.
You've given me the torch of love,
To light my flame again.
I want to lay with you under the stars,
To see them sparkle in the skies,
To kiss your lips so tenderly
And get lost in the depth of your eyes.
In your smile I see a love,
A love that stretches to the skies.
And in my smile I know you'll find
A love that will never die.
Literature
we may not be that complicated
a remembrance...
becomes inspiration
becomes imagination
becomes creation
becomes memory
becomes a remembrance
becomes inspiration
and so on
around and
around
until eventually
we cannot separate
truth from fiction
this is
I theorize
[also surmise]
one way we evolved
to be the self-comforting
delusional beings
we are
we seek the positive -
confidence
resilience
singularly
and together
facts fade away
unimportant
the beauty of symmetry remains
is this true... perhaps?
llp - dA - mar2020
Literature
Mournings
The early morning is dark like the coffee. The hot milk waiting its turn. The mug, white and warm as I place it by the side of my face. That’s when the dog makes a soft muffled sigh, like he knows what I’m thinking. The first round drop sets, in my waiting eye. © LRO 2020
Literature
Life, the flicker of Men and Moths
Where gnarled November makes the
white smoke of the farm house
in the coal black sky
out of what calms
Consider:
the trees made silver white
the cornhusk-shreds
a stooped man turning out the lights
the stars glittered on the snow and nothing answered
the silence magnifies...
it was Autumn by the time I got around;
of all the things I ought to know
that I was mad
shuffling for salvation
what am I now that I was then?
Seeking their peace
like a master key
without noticing me there
beside the clock's loneliness
Is nothing lovelier to look at:
snow falls
torch-like with the smoking blueness
shining in the empty room
I'll say
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A love poem.
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