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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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Soothing Dream, Bathe Me In Her Light

(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)...