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Moon Passed By

The moon parts ways with the clouds
For a taste of tender alley light—
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
In the mouth of the maiden dark.

For a taste of tender alley light—
A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
In the mouth of the maiden dark—
A refrain calmed in the air.

A glimpse below of yielding lovers' kiss,
Where lamps glisten like caged fire,
A refrain calmed in the air—
The moon parts ways with the clouds.

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Before The Sun's Pieces

Before the sun's pieces,
Shine on brim's, coffee mug;
And with my prepping airs—
It's all jeopardy to 
Roll frost in bed somewhere.

Before the sun's pieces,
Rain in a golden chain.
I pine at streaked window.
How bitter is the fog
From where night morn dreams go.

Before the sun's pieces,
Ice below the outside,
In a bristling gesture—
God, now I see in you
Past my bleak reflections.

Before the sun's pieces,
While dawn is watched by moon,
Sun has the grace to gleam—
He'll come in the long fade,
For his Moon maiden, seen.

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a fall though

Autumn walks into trees,
the scent of bonfires 
makes him shake —
leaves coming free,
blast the stay —
make him sway —

before Winter's tone —
and I'm haunted too
from his once colored hues;
she's dying in the growth 

but there Autumn's
                     impart to me —
                                     and leaves can fall —
                                                        I envy the trees.

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As Snow Falls, Spring Falls

On my heart, a winter swathed 
palm
Her spring flowers only right for 
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and here tell on you soft,
Your story's places in the snow—
While meek flakes sleep on my
breastbone—
From your heart, I shake only warmth.

The spring's time to melt frozen gauze,
My whisper in the landing seen
On ice's shine to you,
magical
The winter sun— winter's end be,
When the looking snow further falls—
Our intercession, heart-to-heart.

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Moved

As close as
A porch swing hanging
After rain.

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Turn Of Leaf

Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery flakes shed through all with white.
Though sun beams on frost's admirable silk
At this true angle on my window sill,
While the glass in me seems to be dying—
When dead leaves lose their beauty's will,
Toned blossoms, out of Winter's ghost, spring.

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Fly Away, Bird

The swish of heaven, 
beneath in girl's Winter
eyes — solo bird, she's
large when seen by blue.  
She beats me, with her song — 
memory streaks the air
childhood, womanhood
with her song, she beats
on me. 

I also have wings,
heartbeats. Beneath
my ruin, feathers.
We chase feathers —
a dress to look at,

The bird say
Winter's shadow where
branches once spoke 
her tongue —
she never lifts off gently —
she's never flying easy —
such is intensity
fly away —

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Moon's Likeness Of Her Hair

Moon's natural highlights
where the sun passes
deemed now his ethereal spell

In gentle or gleaming colors
however fractured each phase
moon's natural highlights

Tonight his ring
around her glistens blue dark
where the sun passes

And every time 
as shine's fading, time
deemed now his ethereal spell.

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Oceanfront

Sea stalked by moon tonight in site
On waters that dilate gone by—
Its apparition's bed on shore,
That moon lays on like ruby's lure—
The knees clamber from salty might.

The tinting in her frosty side
Where she was swept once by the tide;
The backwhip of the swell still roars—
                       Sea stalked by moon.   

As the mood on the beach is spry,
Combing while I'm alone with I,
Ill hearted at the gills; spoiled for
The sand dollar spends its life chore,
All washed out suddenly before...
                      Sea stalked by moon.

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One Existential Frost

The clock with wings goes up and down.
She sleeps only with backwards time.
The glass circle's bridle around
Her fishtail eyes where dark abounds.
Within the floor, she feels the pound —
Grandfather's face in nighttime shines.
The clock with wings goes up and down.
She sleeps only with backwards time.