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Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels
Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels
Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels
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Greta Robinson Poem
My Big World
My world was never so big
then I looked for you
and you were gone
You walked into a thousand misty summers
and now
rooted to this spot
I wait
It's a private thing
Our secret, shared
in which all that is
and all that was
holds its breath
while I grieve
in my big world
where living without you
is like that hole you used to talk about
that could never be filled
a hole as big as the world
and as empty
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2011
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This is the park
where once we played
where every tree
holds a poignant memory
of love
and laughter.
This is the tree
where you sat and cried
for your first true love
whose heart had grown cold
salt tears
on cool earth.
This is the seat
still etched with the names
of friends and lovers
we no longer see
some have gone
others live on.
This is a place
where dreams were born
on a summer's day
so long ago, where
hearts were light
and futures, bright.
This is a town
where life passes by
all too quickly.
Sitting in the park
I close my eyes
and remember.
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In this world
of broken dreams
and tarnished hearts
love prevails
in small acts of kindness
You re-kindle a flame
in my barren heart
restore my faith
in the human race
As the sound of a train
in a long, dark tunnel
reverberates all around
your generosity
holds me
in a powerful embrace
Meanwhile, somewhere,
miles from here
you quietly go on living your life
unaware of the miracle
you have wrought in my soul
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Tears are flowing
from an unknown source
you created a hole
I cannot fill
I drank rom your spell
and I fell
deeper and deeper
into a pool of dreams
where love and tears
go hand in hand
Dreamland
with you
unattainable you
only at home
to the lucky few
Here is my heart
you can take my life too
in return
just your photo will do
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2010
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She floats on an ebb-tide
in the slipstream of life
and all her ambitions
are but transient dreams
which mark the divide
between nature
and nurture
while downstream
the essence of summer
always just out of reach
lies waiting
At the turn of the tide
she will leave behind
the wistful sighs
the sorrowful eyes
to embrace once more
the adventure called Life
where, upstream
lie strength and beauty
and in the distance
Home
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What malevolent thing
with intrinsic sting
attacked me
a few short days ago
whose coming and going
a mystery?
Doctor says it's a bite
but it stings alright
I was laid low
Tablets, gel and a pack of ice
"keep it up" was the advice
I hobbled about the place
my leg on show
an inconvenient episode
and painful?
Very...
The perpetrator never showed!
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Long, low, laden spurs
of bright pink trumpets
lean and languish
shading the grass beneath
that place the greener
for its covering
Above, a bee's incessant hum
perfect pink promises
waving high
against still blue cloudless sky
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Your silence
casts a shadow
your stillness
is my weakness
your pallor
leaves me wretched
like a fallen leaf
prostrate with grief
I lie, by the tree
which gave me life
My senses
are dulled
Time is relentless
Tomorrow I walk
the slow path of sorrow
Near to me still
yet already lost
you lie
and my wishes
are dust
at my feet
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Plucked from a lake of fire
my tears like molten dew
burn salt trails down my face
A fiery heart's design
that I cannot erase
a heat that consumes me
Silent frozen tears
wrung from a cold pool
of ice, you now shed
Words like a dripping
tap on stone, unsaid
I run outside
the tide is out
the cool damp sand
refreshes me
Take my hand
Walk with me
Melt Unwind
Kiss me
Love me
Now
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