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Candace Hampton Poem
Laughing ageless child, butterflies and hyacinths.
Spring showers raining down upon your fresh
young face.Embrace the morning,
heart lifted by the sweet smell of life reborn,
new loves and all things undiscovered.
Gentle caressing hand sweeping across the stars.
Ever watchful as we sleep.
You cradle us within your earthy arms, protected.
A lullaby sung by night birds fills
the air and it carries to all corners.
Teacher of all things, sprinkle the
sleep sand of
the ever rest into our eyes.
Silently turning the wheel of time.
We pass into the summerlands,
restful and all knowing.
Guided by your wrinkled hand,
we travel in peace and in love
to join in the spiral dance of time.
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Palms pressed against the windows chilly glass, feet
never touching earth. Outside looking in.
Slip inside where it's warm, imaginations haven.
Sleeping angel. Long, dark hair tosseled, half
covered, beautiful face. Chest bare, strong, muscles
shadowed like eched alibaster. Voracity overwhelming,
sweet suffering. Silently at his side.
Feathery touches to a cheek, brush aside the soft mane.
Sweet tempered kisses to his brow. Immersed in desires
scent. Hearts bestir, craving, hunger aroused.
Loves specter, precious illusion. Fleeting glimpses.
Unsated passion.
Dreams dispeled, paridise relinquished.
Jagged consciousness. Morning comes...and I wait.
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I find peace there in her gentle lapping waves.
I find strength in her power and tireless churning.
I find life there, her children the gull and the whale.
Her salty waters rinse clean my soul and invigorate my spirit.
Her sands scrub the dirt from my feet.
She makes it unnoticable that they have traveled so many miles.
Her presence touches my soul in a place too deep to fathom.
When I am weary I turn to her and she is always there.
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Sweet, soft forbidden taste, eyes aglow at the edge of darkness.
Wicked warm feeling, mind a tangled web of past and
present.
Testimonials of souls sour on your lips,
scattered laughter, shattered screams, trickle down your chin.
Precious fallen angel, shall I let you in?
Alabaster skin dampened by the sweetest wine.
Surrender, overpowered by the rosy thorn clad vine.
Haunted hollow hearted one,fly the sea of stars,
windswept graceful demon I know who you are...
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