THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind: they were once
the best friends in love
tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there. A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
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