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(1.)
Soothing Dream, Bathe Me In Her Light
 
Of lonely night and vivid dread
sad supper and large empty bed
denying wind, sets soul to stir
romantic memories of her
she, tender angel through and through
only true love I ever knew!
 
Soothing dream, bathe me in her light,
sail sweet passionate seas tonight!
 
Of our past days, beach sand and sun
cheers, smiles, and laughter, O' what fun
she a wonder, beauty that gave
her soul to love and love to save
gifting hope to a lonely man
set to dream all he ever can!
 
Soothing dream, bathe me in her light,
sail sweet passionate seas tonight!
 
Of dancing under soft moonlight
kissing so sweet holding so tight
her morning touch, treasure thus found
love's joyous, chains forever bound
begging time to wait, to stand still
I love her true and always will!
 
Soothing dream, bathe me in her light,
sail sweet passionate seas tonight!
 
Robert J. Lindley, 3-29-2020
Rhyme, 
( Romantic Dreaming, A Star That Once Was,
Soothing Dream, Bathing Within Tender Light)
 
(2.)
 
For This Aching Love, I Feel In My Bones
 
For this Love, I feel in my bones
desires, wine pressed from fire-stones
pleasures set to music, and glee
rapture of freedoms, given me
for this my mind dwells, on dear life
for this I endure, world's dark knife!
 
For this Love, I shed sweat and blood
from far above, pours lively flood
within June's soft castle a smell
within heart's valiant truth, a spell
for this my soul, yearns true and cries
for this my eyes, search deep blue skies!
 
For this Love, I give my great all 
from looming depths spirit recalls
tall mountains beyond sweetest dreams
there, wherein lies Hope's promised streams
for this- my journey, often bold
for this- my pledge, truth to be told!
 
For this Love, I feel in my bones
desires, wine pressed from fire-stones
pleasures set to music, and glee
rapture of freedoms, given me
for this my mind dwells, on dear life
for this I endure, world's dark knife!
 
Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2020
Rhyme, ( For The Love Of Poetry I Dare To Splash Ink )

(3.)
Times At Heart, Romancing Opera, Else A Dying Clown
 
Old age is too often an aching feast of dreaded dreads
symphony of memories, prayers for those already dead
or gasping look back at youthful vigor blindly wasted
days of innocent searching for desserts not yet tasted
dashing into red-canyons, rock walls scaled far too steep
begging dreams paradise provided with much needed sleep!
 
Time, at heart a slow dancing opera, a dying clown,
Youth's bravado, that says, "To hell with it- bring it on down"!
 
Old age a contemptible thought to we carefree and young
oft groaning ballad, with violin playing, wrongly strung
or morns that demand we rise to shock, fight another day
defiance- wallowing onward as for more time we pray
a nightmare, as we realize life is sad, far too short
rocket ride, on an unknown mission, one can not abort!
 
Time, at heart a slow dancing opera, a dying clown,
Youth's bravado, that says, "To hell with it- bring it on down"!
 
Old age may be a gift golden, full of joy's sweetest sprees
a lark, sailing vacations on those blue colored seas
or swirling blackened pool, its eternally spinning drain
years of crying lonely, and cascading aches and deep pains
yet life, its years are so very precious to have lived through
for the alternative is that end, which is always due!
 
Time, at heart a slow dancing opera, a dying clown,
Youth's bravado, that says, "To hell with it- bring it on down"!
 
Robert J. Lindley, 3- 30 2020...
Rhyme, 
Quote:
("Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.")
 by-  Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Vision of Poets (1844), last lines)...
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