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Shadow

In waking dreams I see the past

and feel it waltzing me

down a sweet, sweet road.

Oh, darling days gone by.

How lovely to feel you tickle my bones.

How lovely to remember the depths

that sang to my aching soul.

Always, I will remember the nectar

of those darling days.

Never again will their shadow

remain hidden

by choice.

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For Peace

No.

Nothing is more important than peace.

Not to me.

Me who has faced the wicked fire of others.

Me who has held my own heart

and felt it break in my hands.

I have broken,

but I am not broken.

I am ready to find and keep the softness.

I am ready to find and keep the peace.

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I Am There

Here on this hillside,

this sweet patch of earth,

I have become.

And there is no further to go,

there are no wings to grow,

I am there.

I am there.

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Darling World

Sleep tight, darling world.

How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow.

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The Window

On days where rain settles on the window, I look to the future with dusty eyes.

How does one peer beyond the droplets there? How beautiful can the horizon appear when my eyes are glazed with the muck and haze of old?

There was a time, once —when I was young and stainless— when the window was free from drizzle, the horizon: apricot sun over a sea of gentle destiny.

But lovely as life seemed without a shadow, I have seen rain awash the hill. Where, in this wild world, truth and softness is but a dream to be wished, and love, a precious ornament easily shattered.

Still, I choose to be grateful. To count the rays of beautiful sun and see beyond the ghastly truth on the hill.

I must choose this light.

The alternative is too dark for me to bear.

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In The Wind

I saw her when I closed my eyes,

I felt her in the wind.

And I knew I had to tell her

how tired I am,

and how I never imagined

life would be so hard.

I had to tell her

how I am in love

with them, and with life.

But how tired I am, and how I miss her.

Oh, how I miss her,

oh, how I do.

I saw her when I closed my eyes.

I felt her in the wind.

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A Darling Home

An open heart.

A darling home

for my children,

my love,

and me.

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A Simple Wish

I open my soul again and again.

Has my heart been heard this time?

So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking.

Hear me, please.

I may not carry the right words, always.

But my heart is pure,

my wish is simple.

To love, is all I wish.

To give

and to know

that I have lived in the world well.

Have I lived in the world well?

Have I lived?

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Dark Cupboard

I’m in a cupboard, peeking into the light.

If you looked, you’d see my eye,

and I’d see you.

All of you.

Even your well worn Volleys.

Especially those.

White.

(Not so white at all.)

I’d smile, but you’d not know it.

All you’d see is my eye, remember this.

Here, in this cupboard, it is warm.

It is warm,

and I see you.

I always did see you.

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Glimmer

Beautiful are the moments

where I remember

you are you,

and I am me.

Perfectly.

Beautiful are the mornings

the sun shines on cobwebby thoughts

and there I see the glimmer of truth.

How beautiful you are.

How beautiful I am.

How beautiful.

To know that different

is not another word for wrong.

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