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Days have turned to night,

And nights jerked to day;

Black has changed to white,

White to dismal gray.

 

Water stings like shot,

Paralyzing skin;

Vicious wind bites through,

Reaching bone within.

 

Senses dulled from hurt,

Far before the rain;

Welcome the relief,

Wash away the stain.

 

Standing tall and still,

Looking up; eyes closed;

Drown the haunting thoughts,

Fresh, and still exposed.

 

Arms outstretched defied,

Warning strengths abound;

Tears burn paths of warmth;

Hope has just been found.

 

Lightening strikes swift,

Daring faith to stand;

Laughter roars out strong,

Meaning has been fanned.

 

Clouds of doubt disband,

Rain gives way to sun;

Eyes look straight ahead,

Time to mourn is done.

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Your picture

The color has faded
The edges worn
But the memories remain
How many times
I’ve held this in my hand
The feel of the paper
Familiar to my fingertips
Drops of tears
Stain the surface
The image never changes
Only my heart wrenching emotions
As if an endless tornado
Refusing to release me
How profound was our love
Our dreams floating beyond the sun
I still feel your touch
See the warmth in your eyes
Hear the longing in your voice
As I gaze down
Yet another tear stain falls
My heart breaks yet again
I shall never stop longing
Never stop remembering
Never stop loving you
We shall be together again
Such a sweet embrace awaits us
I will never forget
As I whisper to you aloud,
“I love you darling”
With your picture pressed to my heart.

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My guiding light

I saw a light shining
A pinpoint of gold
A mere speck of brilliance
Floating within my mind’s eye
Was it a thought about to come to me
Maybe an idea of grandeur
I think perhaps I shall follow
Skip along to see where it leads
It makes me happy
I feel all glad inside because of it
Is it here for a purpose
To lead me in the right direction
Doubt unfolds into purpose
Negativity fades away
I am fulfilled
My aura shines bright blue
Warmth radiates out from every pore
Reaching beyond the cold darkness
The tempest within has been subdued
My mind raging no longer
I see the first stepping stone before me
Illuminated by my guiding light of hope.

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Would you?

Would you hold my hand without me asking?
Would you kiss me without a thought?
Would you whisper to me softly?
Would you say your sorry if we fought?

Would you swim across the ocean for me?
Would you start a fire if I were cold?
Would you take the world from off my shoulders?
Would you stay with me when I’m old?

Would you walk through life beside me?
Would you ask me if I’d like to dance?
Would you touch my face so softly?
Would you shower me with romance?

Would you stand beside me always?
Would you stay when life gets tough?
Would you talk to me for hours?
Would you make me tremble from your touch?

Would you call me for no reason?
Would you always be my friend?
Would you give your life for mine?
Would you be there til the end?

Would you come back if I asked you?
Would you forgive me if I was wrong?
Would you trust me with your life?
Will you be here before long?

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I have walked this road many times,
Pebbles grinding under my feet;
Looking down I keep wondering on,
My gaze never leaving the street.

A flicker of white catches my eye,
Set square in the middle of stone;
A small inviting wooden gate,
Seeming but lost and all alone.

I cannot see my vision is blocked,
By an abundance of blooming roses;
The air is filled with their sweet perfume,
As behind me the little gate closes.

My eyes are ablaze with brilliant color,
Springing up from the ground below;
Someone has taken great time and care,
For such beauty to be able to grow.

Before me stands a storybook cottage,
Made from stone and wood of green;
My heart skips a beat as I take a breath,
I have been here before in my dreams.

At path’s end sits a single chair,
A place set for thinking and solace;
I shall sit down here a short while,
And drink in all the sheer calmness.

Who dwells in this magnificent place?
An answer I will certainly inquire;
For I have fallen earnestly in love,
With this little cottage in the shire.

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The morning dew glistening in the sun,
Revealing small webs of life;
The chilly air requires a long soft robe,
Coffee slicing my webs like a knife.

Bacon fumes wafting past my nose,
Inviting me to sweet sustenance;
Feeling my way through sleepy eyes,
To reveal the bounty abundance.

Walking out on the covered porch,
Fingertips brushing the hand hewn log;
I gaze longingly at the mountains,
Watching the slow dance of the fog.

Sitting in the old rocking chair,
Warm coffee cupped in hand;
I spot a small group of deer,
Lazily meandering through the land.

Warm slippers envelop my feet,
As the little dogs go for my lap;
The big dog sniffs the morning air,
And the cat curls in the sun to nap.

Thoughts turn to the two-wheeled steed,
Parked in the barn for the winter;
It never stops calling to me,
The sun and wind it wants to splinter.

The warmth gives way to a wind,
And the glorious snow starts to fall;
Gigantic flakes of shining crystals,
Slowly drifting down covering all.

I hear the screen door open,
A familiar voice cuts the air;
A hand clasps mine from behind,
As we both settle down in the chairs.

Sounds of crackling from the fire,
The smell of wood makes me smile;
Another perfect day has begun,
My favorite things again compiled.

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I look in the mirror and see fog,
dense and laden with burden;
There seems to be no end,
Falling on my mind as a curtain.

Faces come and go in the veil,
Glimpses of grey and black;
I’ve known and dreamt of them,
Haunting vision calling me back.

Breaking free is not an option,
Threads wound to tightly be;
Pulling me back to the passion,
Summoning me always to thee.

Images touching me softly now,
Gaining their strength on my will;
Faded memories of another time,
Calling me back, needing to fulfill.

No response I find in the mirror,
Just silence and a cold blank stare;
Why the torture of this vision,
When nothing back to me it shares.

I can not look upon the mirror,
The face beyond is sweet torment;
I beg one day the fog will lift,
And the face reveal its true intent.

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