Dream Innocence Poems

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Skies enameled with black satin silk
          like a flag that represented yesterday
    ...

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Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not...

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and...

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innocence memorialized in candlelight
as we sit and dream in its gleam
of flickering and playful flames
timeless and free flowing
finding each other in the midst of longing
vigilant...

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She hides behind a fragile smile

So insecure and in denial

No confidence or self esteem

A captive in an endless dream

Born a symbol of ice and fire

Hot...

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The tulips in the vase, 
   a clan of lassies fair.
      Their buds they hold the gold, 
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In a realm beyond existence's mist,
Where dreams and reality coexist,
Two souls embraced in a playful tryst, 
Beyond mortal constraints, they resist.


 A fairy dance’s eternal...

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I am being born 
again 
and again 
From above
Not from the will of men 

And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my...

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I first locked eyes on her in those salad days,
When my eyes was packed of ignorant bliss,
Some summer days felt like paradise
whilst others were stuffed...

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Must I tear my heart in two  

for you to understand how I feel about you

Should I split my soul in pieces 

To let...

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A grateful dream is woven into every moment, and gratitude shines in all the colors of the mosaic that is life.
This feeling shines through both...

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Who doesn’t dream of escape?
A return to an innocent state 
A journey on the beams of grace —
The Lord is with thee

Who doesn’t yearn for...

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My turn over, leafy cheek saw and salvaged
From Autumn's remains— this Winter's surgery,
White stitchery for washed-out color; dead cells...

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My chill flurries in 
the wind— with it, wild flower
Seeds to woo Winter....

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This 
smother
of pillows
without my twin
where Palovian
frisked skin only
falls far in
conscious 
sleep....

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