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Victoria Rose Poem
i raced through a thousand gardens
picking out the weeds
catching all the falling leaves
making strides through grass and trees
keeping going getting lost losing sleep
i slept on a thousand mossy rocks
waiting for you to come and race me to the end
where the forest meets the road
until you'd find me pulling ferns off their stems
and then i'd pull at you.
you crept through a thousand haunted faces in the crowd
you watched them watching you
while they were watching me
i watched them too
i listened for your eyes but it was too loud
i found you under a thousand blazing stars
staring me down straight to the gut
crossing over from you to me,
somewhere in between the skies and the sea
you found me
Copyright © Victoria Rose | Year Posted 2012
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Victoria Rose Poem
far from the ground
a sun faced sea shines on me
no trouble i see but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air
should i swim so long and tire arms
and reach the golden glaze ahead
on islands set down to catch a glimpse
of flocking beasts and friendly herds
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Victoria Rose Poem
all but one lonely soul
hangs from limbs of tired trees
in a dense forests of hearts,
and endless flow of blood through leaves.
under one sky,
under one moon;
a canopy of hope
set atop a floor of dreary dead,
laid to rest in a damp field of dirt
walked upon by careless feet.
hollowed eyes stop and gaze
to see,
endlessly;
a sea of worried beasts
stomping through a muddy path.
and through the weeds
a breeze shall breath
a quiet call,
and put to sleep
a lonely me.
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called on by a quiet shore,
a calm, and lucid, lonely shore,
not in a dream-she's wide awake-
but by a voice through whistling wind,
a draft,
she hears a spirit sing
a calm and peaceful hymn,
for fallen hearts,
and broken wings;
'sweet child, come to me,
the salty sea.
i can show you how to be,
and everything your tired soul
will ever need,
to finally
fall asleep.
bring your brothers,
bring your friends,
tell your sisters not to worry,
that it's not yet the end,
and that they can all come now,
safe and sound,
and rest their heads.
I won't let them drown,
or even let them weep,
and they may all, finally,
fall asleep.'
'You are lost,
and wandered lonesome.
But I won't leave.
You will always have the ocean,
and the mountains,
and the trees.
I am your keeper
and I promise you,
that I will see
that everything you fear
will wash away with me
when I put you,
finally,
to sleep.'
Copyright © Victoria Rose | Year Posted 2012
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