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When Your Gone

A faded voice, lips sweet 
In rain, a fragrant shaped 
In beauty.
When dusk is full, darkness
Warms your breath, coming in 
A whisper.  Bright star,
Moving sleepless, 
Paradise weaves so
Let me sleep.
Where I still see pure,
Ablution, awake forever,
Splendor-
Upon a snowy mountain,
Dauntless you as art, 
As a patient in my arms.

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She Sang

She sang and the sea’s water
Formed in a mind, a voice.
Even as she sung, the phrases
Stirred, the wind and her
Which we heard, maker of
Song, an artist whose spirit
Mercy placed on earth.
If only a dark voice or a rose
The deep air stood,
The summer without end,
The high of her horizons,
A voice made from the sky,
Advancing in a world,
Where I heard her cry.

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My Crow

A bird on the horizon
 He flew, a soft black crow
 Flying through the air,  the
 Sun has its favorite and he
 Was mine. He flew a crooked 
 Road and arrived every morning.
 He had a flaw, his one leg did not
 Work and in the winter it froze.
 With ice around it he carried the
 Leg with all his might, just one
 Good leg to get around.
 He struggled but I fed him well, he would
 Watch for me winter to spring, but there
 Was one night, a storm, the wind
 Was strong, it blew so hard and in that
 Morning I never saw him then, a falcon
 Circled overhead, the days did pass and he
 Was dead. He still flies though, in my mind,  
 A Soft black crow, in the air, from up above
 Looking down- still thinking I am there.

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I Fell Madeline

I fell to the enemy of
The leaf, 
I fell to the green hills,
I was coming to you
And I fell.
I lost control and I was not
Myself, sunlight has its way
And the night that leads me
To your eyes turns along the
Day.  When I was a child 
And when I was a man,
I met you when I could
Not talk- when I could not
Comprehend my thoughts.
My hands,  my eyes
Speaking in some foreign verse. 
A warm breeze becomes you-
A summer meadow becomes you-
I was coming to you, though like 
Sunlight that hits the ground,
I did too.

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The Wind

Someone moves like the wind
I do not know her,
She moves past  
And around me,
Like a breeze from the hills.

Someone she is,
Her eyes have a story
She knows me and says so,
Then brushes my shoulder.

Like knowing a wind 
Can anyone know her?
Her face in a light 
That rises and falls.
Her mouth that I look towards
Seems familiar in shape,
Her eyes touch me
Beaming large like the moon,
Then feeling small like stars.

With a smile she moved close
I did not know her,
Just the wind
That is here,
It brushes my shoulder.

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Shadows, Rather You Look Or See

The rain falls from the sky 
In an invisible haze, striking the
Pond that is brown and green.
This is a clear air I breathe and
I am walking as love walks, with
A shadow, not invisible, though
Lighter than the soft rain,
Constant as time that follows,
It appears and disappears 
Like a dream that is turned away,
Not knowing how to return.

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I Heard Their Voice

I dreamed I heard
The solder’s voice,
What did they say?
In death were they brave?
I heard their voice
But no words did sound,
Only whispers, whispers,
Below the ground.

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Moving On

Let’s fall away from all the nights
Here’s October, the last of flowers.
A yellow smoke clouds all the air,
In a room we’ve come to.
What wanders, turns its back,
It has a silent voice, where
It stands. You’re eyes stare, 
Into leaving, the wind,
The sky, reflect in reason, 
To talk of, when words
Are gone, it eclipse a shadow, 
That walks and stands.
Let’s fall away, all the nights
October quiet, its light reflect,
Moonlight shines over, then
Leaves what is left.

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Crosby Mn

We are approaching where he grew up,
Where his family is from, North Country 
Woods, green trees everywhere, farm
Houses, a large sky blue, the white
Birches stand beautify still.
In the country air, old roads lead 
To nowhere, the brown and green 
Grasses lie everywhere. The fields
Where the sweetcorn grows, 
They never end. He grew up
Here, the red barns, the old still
Wind, his family long since gone
From the air he would have breathed.
A land that surrounds can lose things.
The smell of wood and the trees 
Grow older; the winter falls in snow,
Then summer on the fields. The old 
Names of towns, places, mark the  
Beginning. They will leave no marker 
For him, over his head a large blue sky 
That knew, no one person, could last long,
Or be remembered. The sweetcorn fields
Are still growing, and they asked, “What
Was his name? We remember him, it was 
Long ago, he was a boy and he slept near us”.

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No Return

The sinking sun,
The old green fields
Young,
Tangled in verse,
In fancy skirts.
A kiss in time as
Stands a shadow,
The apples bent the trees
As time unraveled.
The slow quietness 
That condemns my thoughts, 
If not for tears or slumber lost.
Reasons are only reasons,
I am not sure, the swallows
Wings were broken, though 
Flying blue and airy.
It’s only a defect of the mind,
That the wind refused to carry.