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Genesis

blackness tumbles o’er horizon’s edge
fertile there where dawn lays low
breeze whispers spark her embers
blooms afire when stars retire
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Words

would I have said them yesteryear

as my mind inclined me tell

for fair heart struck me then

but then a starlit child at this

let fear’s rush stay me

from the who I think I Am

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Back

I carved a path where once was none

let looming azure envelop me

refuge sought and taken there

and yearning peace,

I prayed ‘neath sunless mist

flew prickly o’er the trail

snaked ’round and down

where memories dead once buried me.

Brushstrokes

She drew me
in her picture
in colors would not run.
I watched her eyes
atop her canvas and
though ’twas not for me to see
what she drew there,
’twas through her eyes
I knew the colors.
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