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Poetry

A Gift

As if

to fall asleep in the arms of another

could be anything less than a gift

to be cherished.

Life and her beautiful pages;

how precious she is,

indeed,

for the sweetness of it.

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Peaches In The Darling Sun

Tomorrow

I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate.

And I’m watching Westside Story.

Sigh.

The baby will wake soon.

Tomorrow. xx

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Day 9. And sleep is suddenly perfect. And rest is suddenly gold.
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Poetry

Call Me Shakespeare

Oh!

Has this truth been truly seen!

But a glimpse into a floating sea

of strange reality,

but a knowing truer than true can be!

Who is Shakespeare?

That terrible, desperate soul,

falling,

falling,

landing evermore in the stories

of aching romance and tragedy?

I am Shakespeare.

I am the writer.

I am the lover.

And so are you, love.

So are you,

lover of passionate life

and love.

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Poetry

Somewhere

Somewhere between the quiet

and the haze, I go

to sit for a while.

Somewhere

between the quiet

and the haze.

And you might ask me

what I hope to find there.

You might ask me if it’s true.

That the haze shimmers like a thousand suns,

and the quiet melts like vanilla cream

on apple pie, oh, sweet love.

I would tell you

you must seek for yourself

the whispers, true.

Somewhere between the quiet and the haze

you must go.

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Poetry

Will You Love Me?

If I hold your hand still,

if I paint your world bright,

if I sing you my songs

will you love,

will you love me?

If I answer your needs

with a need of my own,

If I paint your world bright,

If I sing you my songs

will you love,

will you love me

love?

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Poetry

Beyond It All

I will always be here.

Feeling this depth of life,

remembering how much I have loved

and lost

and never regretted a moment.

Life has never attacked me,

though I’ve been broken by its force

many a time.

I try to remember:

on the other side of fear and pain,

there lives love.

Always, there lives love.

And my goodness.

I have loved.

Darling.

I have loved beyond it all.

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Poetry

Love

It is a beautiful thing

to know love.

To feel it

burning,

aching,

glowing;

how I have known love

is as small as an hour born

of its grand, magnificent day.

I have loved in many ways.

Is there a garden I am yet to find?

A moment still to spring

upon the delicate plough of yesterday?

I am certain there is more to come.

I shall wait for it by the gate

where the red roses wither

and the daffodils wake

in sweet tufts

of two.

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Poetry

Sleep

Each moment is new and beautiful in my eyes.

This heart has been touched

by the wind of change

enough to know that everything begins

but nothing ends.

Not really.

Not really.

And so I sleep in the arms of the one I love,

knowing I am safe,

knowing I am home.

Knowing nothing has ended

or broken.

Knowing that everything goes on

and on

and on.

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Poetry

Softness

I will whisper my softness to you every night.

I will whisper my softness.

To you.

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Poetry

All The Lovely Things

If I were a forest,

there would be afternoon sun

slicing through my trees.

And little white rabbits

would hop along the way

between the daisies

and the rushing river

and I would know

this was the sweetest day.

If I were a forest,

I would be home.

For me.

And for all the lovely things.