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Patricia J Carter Poem
The night has such dignity;
Gently slipping into darkness,
Allowing the nightstar
To reveal its full magnificence
With pure moonstruck beauty.
The night, so heavily laden
With its own secrets,
Yet beckons me to stay
And slip into its warm caress.
Ah, the thick velvet of night
Descending slowly,
Allowing no light
To mar the ecstasy
Of transparent fantasy.
The coming dawn,
Though always certain,
Will yet seem pale
After the splendor
Of this night.
Copyright © Patricia J Carter | Year Posted 2015
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Patricia J Carter Poem
talking to yourself
in/comprehensible jumbles
matching the striped suits
of paper authors clutched
into soft pillows
dreaming of salvation
army bookworms
marching to the cadence
of false hope
waiting for the last
merciful black door
to open wide enough
to let the vapors
seep back into the void
Copyright © Patricia J Carter | Year Posted 2015
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Patricia J Carter Poem
You've dried my tears,
Covering the sadness with joy,
So there's nothing left
Now, but the salt.
I love you more than even I know,
Delicate whispers of what I want to hear,
Chasing all my doubts and allowing
Me to believe a fantasy which
Is stronger now than ever before.
Come sing to me
In each dense night of the soul,
Wordless songs that hint of
Yesterday's dreams slipped by,
Yet haunting me with their beauty.
Still sing to me
In the tenuous light of dawn
As rays of entranced innocence
Slowly spread before the wakening tide,
Once again watching the end transformed
Before there's really a beginning.
Copyright © Patricia J Carter | Year Posted 2015
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