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The Diversity of Thought

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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Storm

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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The Second Sight

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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Dreaming

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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Pain

Sorrow,
 Like a biting wind,
 Steals away all warmth,
 All light, all life,
 Leaving you utterly
    Alone.

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Early Morning

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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History

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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Drifting Thought

Roses,
Bleeding their color
Into the dark of
Night, seem to weep
Over the sorrows of
This world.

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Busy

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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Memories

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.