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Byron Magbee Poem
Enhanced restlessness greets the day.
Asks if it has some to say.
And though it's silent, providing no answer.
Perhaps that is an answer wise,
since azure skies and azure eyes
that once were the alluring dancer,
flowed dissolving into streams
taking buoyant playful dreams
over distant rock falls.
Seeming love embedded deep.
Teeming joy sculpted keep
its songs into the Soul's rock walls.
And now that Soul restless ponders
the permanence of his longings
from the dance which was not so.
The perfect love a hidden knife.
Emptiness can fill a life,
Healing more than not remembering
Then he feels the day’s wind
soothing, cooling deep in.
The only answer that the day can show.
copyright 2016 Byron Magbee
Copyright © Byron Magbee | Year Posted 2016
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Byron Magbee Poem
This room now dark as our souls are bright.
Lying by you as you sleep this night,
our pulses beat together
the rhythm to a silent prayer.
Two breaths inhale and exhale its words,
so as the breeze and meadow grass profess their need one for the other.
And that prayer is
that these hearts and breaths
shall ever blend,
we touching, mixing our bodies 'neath these sheets.
Do we smile in such slumber
from the pleasure, the peace, the light
we two bestow on a room darkened no more?
We need not answer, for yes,
surely as we sleep, also we love.
Copyright 2016 Byron Magbee
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Byron Magbee Poem
If I were a star
I would flash and shine brighter than all others
to be the one illuminating the infinite beauty of your face
for all the heavens.
If I were a bird,
for seasons soaring o'r awe-inspiring lands,
upon seeing your smile, I would cease flight
to flutter around you; to ever gaze upon you,
for all other beauty would be less than you.
If I were the wind,
once at your side, I would no more wander,
wanting only to gently caress your cheek;
to surround and memorize you with my breezes
all coming days.
But I am just a man,
a face living to shine upon you as do the stars;
whose journey, like the birds', wants to forever halt
to gaze beauty's pinnacle in your face;
with arms to encircle you like the wind;
and hands to lace into yours like the breeze,
gently caressing your face for all my days.
Copyright 2016 Byron Magbee
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Byron Magbee Poem
Propel Me Into The Blue
Propel me into the blue,
Where artists’ visions and poems proud
dwell among its clouds.
Propel me into the blue:
Launched to air of past ages
That breathed laughter and passion into its pages.
Propel me into the blue,
Where light overrules night
And Gravity declines
to bind body and mind.
Propel me into the blue,
To turn and tumble free
where the world’s dreams and noble acts store,
waiting to be absorbed by those who soar,
whence you
Propel me into the blue
Copyright 2018 Byron Magbee
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