...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
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...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
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...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
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...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
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...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
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...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...
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...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...
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...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
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...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
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...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
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... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
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...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
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...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
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...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
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......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...
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