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The Sound of Snow

It is winter;
The snow
Is filtering
From the clouds.

Serene,
Tranquil,
And
Gentle snow:
You are a sonata
Upon my ears.

You are a melody
Perfected
Through stillness:

You resemble
An aged 
Cello
With a bow,
Played
Like the wood
Of a tree
Ripened with
Sweet
Deliberation.

Your sound
Of perfection,
Peace
And
Silence
Is like a
Lake:
Cooled with
Welded
Ice.

For the ice
Covers the water
Resting,
For another season:
Just like
The grass,
You so delicately
Cover:

Resembling
That of a blanket – 
One that
Loves,
Like that of
A horse-drawn
Carriage
Within the dead
Of a cold
Winter’s
Night.

The coach
Is gliding
Along a trail;
A trail
Of perfect ground:
It is of a million
Particles
Of the earth – 
So natural,
So steadfast.

Yet the dirt
Of this trail,
Is no longer upon
Your loving
Bedspread:

For
It is a
Dream:
Recycled
By the wheels
Of your carriage
Like the snow
Ever falling
From the dark
Night
Sky.

For the cabin
Suspended ever so
Gently
Upon its wheels, 
Carries
A soul,
A thought,
Just
Wondering:

How serene,
And beautiful
Is tonight,
Listening to the sound,
Of your sleep,
The Oh so
Beautiful:
The gentle,
The trickling:
The sound of snow.

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I Stand, I Whisper

I stand on a world
Composed of sand.

And build golden steps
Hand in hand.

I wonder about blossoms
Tucked into windows
And jump many chasms
Shunned into bellows.

I climb the mountains
High and tall
And sip from the fountains
All and all

The water is refreshing;
Brisk and pure
So it’s resetting
Bringing love so sure.

I gaze over the rooftops
Of those many cities
Behind those eyes tired
The snow ever flurries.

I sit atop clouds
Pondering when to rain
Where the world shrouds
Yet feels no pain.

And so I go whisper
Never so silent
“How does the wind blow
Ever so violent?”

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Iris

Departure,
You farewell exodus;
And deter
You dashing aegis
For through the night,
You rest ageless,
And upon the light,
You mourn sage less.
 
Portentous
Is the prowess,
And act less
Is the iris –
 
For the sound of sight
Turns and thus,
Is the crown of fright
Mind and trust.
 
The iris is the kingdom,
Wisdom of welcome
Precious and seldom,
The hunter of fathom.
 
For it is sight,
And welcome night
Keeper of light –
The wonder invite.

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A Lonely Ghost

I saw a shadow.
A ghost of the sort
That drifts;
Like a snow storm
On the ice
Of a sorrowful
Stream:
Bit alas,
He drowned.

But the ghost
Still wanders;
Because he is
A beckoned wave
Upon the battered
Shores
Of a capricious 
Windmill:

It turns
Upon the dew
Of a deer’s hide:
So gentle,
So sweet
As a dove caught – 
In the heart 
Of a
Windswept glacier.

The heat
Freezes as a step
Before a tear drop’s
Home:
Complete with a fire
And a man
Sitting 
Upon his chair.

The man
No longer a boy,
Certainly not:
He has grown
As a tree 
Feasting
Off the water
Of a nearby brook.

The brook is cloudy
With mud
Dust
And
Thuds of thunder:
The crackling thunder,
The sort
That instills fear
Upon the triumphant eyes
Of a hound.

The brook is lost
Lonesome,
Scared;
Worried that the cloud
That should be dirt
Is secretly
A lost
And lonely
Ghost.

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Catastrophic Man

Sweet them,
To be a catastrophic man
Say it upon day
For it was harmless,
When they began.

Sweet loves,
Or never seeing
A ruinous time
For a tragic being.

Sweet pair,
They walk toward the edges,
Till the Earth tilts its ledges.
When it falls with love,
Pushed with a lonely shove,
Eyes are quiet
Smiles are violent,
An arrow strikes a dove.

But one, dare say
Never two,
And it remains so:
Just a catastrophic man.
For then
He could have never ran.

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The Garden Rose

In the garden
There grows a sesame rose.

And upon the skies,
Secretly the robin
Flies with the crows.

But with the whirs and whys,
A subtle red ribbon
Is complete with seven ties.

Upon the week,
Or a turning peek
Does one grow
And gentle does it compose.

Within the garden
A tie for your wool
Does a plant
Call for you, a fool.

To wonder when,
There is a rose
To and then,
Complete with prose.

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Derivation

The sun,
The Exodus:
And I awaken
Trust us, Lord
Eyes are shaken – 

Measure of tongue,
Abide thy son:
Trodden with,
Forever young.

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Yet

Revenge seeker,
Ravage orchard.

You speak
Upon the coppice;
One grows:
You cruelest.

Longing,
Yearning,
	See.
For you seethe
Blushing song,
You are
Blood:
	You belong.

You kill,
And shrill
Sparkle
	And gleam,
Until,
Real
Senseful
	You seem.

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Glass House

I found her there,
Glass house,
In a glass house,
Enter if you dare.

To end my roam,
Someone to hold dearer.
A clear home,
Or perhaps a mirror.

And she always say,
Here I live
Behind glass,
Beneath my chair,
Some trespass,
Enter if you dare.

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Merciful Are the Blossom

Conflagration
And seesaw whims
Those who can find
Hymns upon the mind
Them are saints
Them are of heart
Finishing, only at start.

Plentiful
Are the handsome.
And merciful
Are the blossom.
A bird sings upon my sill,
For it is the blossom
That sits upon them still.
The courage of man
It takes to begin,
For it is their conflagration
That can lead to sin.