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Cella Rose Poem
Dancing lights in
Every color
Float across my
Mind, forging
Themselves into scenes
Of phantom
Beauty, spun of
The stuff
Of day dreams.
Drifting thoughts
Catch my attention,
And disappear
Before I can
Grasp them,
Fading into the
Dark and
Unending abyss of
My mind.
Pieces of broken
Glass prod
My tired mind,
And work
Their way down
To lodge
Themselves in the
Remains of
My broken heart.
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Cella Rose Poem
Silky petals, dewdrops
Captured in a spider's
Web, ivy scaling a wall
With ease, Morning Glories
Turning the sunlight blue,
Trees tossed by the wind.
Quiet woods wet with
Rain, water dripping on my
Shoulders, footsteps muffled by
Wet leaves. Scents of pine
And decaying leaves,
Allowing peace to
Creep into my mind.
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Cella Rose Poem
Golden wheat nodding
In the breeze, grasses
Rustling, trees twisting
In the ferocious wind.
Clouds dancing across
The sky, roses bobbing
On slender stems, chimes
Singing sweetly.
A roaring as the wind
Passes over the house,
Glass panes rattling
In their frames.
Dishes on the table
Bounce, doors slam
Of their own accord, while
Still the wind blows.
Finally the storm is
Past us, twisting its way
To the next town, spitting
Things out as it goes.
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I hear a sound
Behind me, soft and surreal,
Almost as if it had traveled
To me through the corridors
Of time.
I turn to look,
And that's when I see
Gorgeous hazel eyes set in a
Delicate face, seeming both arcane
And wise.
Wreathed in moonlight, she
Is more dazzling than the
Morning sun, and when she speaks,
Her voice is murmurous as
The riversong.
She looks into my
Eyes, and seems to almost
Laugh at what she sees there,
As if she had heard
My thoughts.
As she begins to
Sing in a tongue unknown
To man, her voice soft and
Sonorous, she twirls beneath the
Diamond stars.
When her song is
Done, she takes a single
Rose from her long hair, and
Gives it to me, a
Precious gift.
In all this time,
I have said nothing, stunned
At the apparition before my eyes.
With one last look, she
Is gone.
I stare at the
Grass she had stood upon,
Uncrushed by her feet, the rose
I carry the only evidence
Left behind.
My gaze drifts up
To the moon and stars,
The only witnesses that she
Had been more than just
A vision.
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Cella Rose Poem
Shadows
On the grass
Look like spirits
Dancing past,
Going nowhere,
Really.
Tales
Spun at twilight,
Seem to have
Lives of
Their own
Making.
Ballads
Sung in darkness,
Form themselves into
Gossamer threads
Of deep
Magic.
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Cella Rose Poem
Sorrow,
Like a biting wind,
Steals away all warmth,
All light, all life,
Leaving you utterly
Alone.
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Cella Rose Poem
History is a story, in
Which all people play a part,
But the people we
Remember are those who capture
The heart.
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Cella Rose Poem
Roses,
Bleeding their color
Into the dark of
Night, seem to weep
Over the sorrows of
This world.
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Cella Rose Poem
What's with that guy,
Just standing there,
As if he hasn't a
Care in the world, as
If time stands still while he
Takes a minute to stare
At the wall.
But is it really
The wall he sees, or
Does that spot hold something
Precious, some memory of
Days gone by? Well,
It doesn't matter, and I'm
Too busy to stop and find out.
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Cella Rose Poem
Memories are like flowers
Pressed between the pages of
The book that we call
Time. And while they may fade
Or be forgotten, they are
Never truly lost.
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