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Ross Thompson Poem
I treasure
every meeting of our lips.
Our dreams:
as two dew drops
melding in eternal kiss.
A lake of pure desire,
with the depth
of eternity.
This life stretches before us
shore,
to unending shore.
every grain of sand,
the first:
"I love you"
of countless lovers.
And the whisper of the breeze
"Thee...thou... and us".
The butterfly fluttering past,
with clumsy grace:
like our love,
the wings allowing us to soar.
This is the show
created by all lovers.
The caw of a lonely bird reminds:
that not all are found.
Tears slip down
our cheeks
as we remember the pain of before.
Here and now,
we live in triumph
because He made us.
I ask you to marry me and the question is all of these:
Will you be mine, my Anna?
Will you be you?
All you are and do is such a gift.
And the statement of these:
When you make me dinner
you feed more than just my body,
and fill more than my belly.
When you say: "I love you"
it not only reverberates in my ear drums.
When you walk beside me
holding my hand I hear,
I feel,
I know.
When you smile
my quivering heart strings
play rejoicing symphonies
When you are you:
me?
I am me.
For my Anna...
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Who cares?
Whom fares this sea?
See, hear the tongues lashing.
Forces clashing in every mind:
love blind
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The ring of the phone
Rip sound of an envelope
Leave me in my world
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Cracks in the pavement
Leaves litter naked brown earth
It all returns down
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I ask: Is it true?
You whisper: answer with you
A lamp within guides
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A prison of fear
Walls pretty, safe and glass clear
Still a prison here
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A mirror grimy
Dust, insect, fears, tears: my past
Reflect his image.
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You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.
Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.
Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.
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Under ice, flowing
Stream of living water runs
All life does not freeze
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Rich, dark clods of soil
I drink deeply of their spoil
Boiling it all down
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