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A Scene of Nature

Love is in the air,
Atop each fruit-cup bough.
Where gusty currents round us danced
And told a lover’s vow.
Flickerings right above us,
That twinkle of a dream.
While we were there a-resting,
Idly by the stream.
The gentle breathing of the field,
Its golden grass caressed.
And we were there a-sleeping
Upon its joyous chest!
The beaming moon above us bent,
And sunk below the hills.
And we were there a-splashing,
Atop the glinting rills.
The chirping of the birds at play,
With whiter rays upon each feather.
And we were there a-staring
At this Nature scene together.

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There Is a Place To Call Our Own Part 2

Round us spread the loveliness,
No words could form more the
Relentless character of the land.
Each passing moment I Inhaled
The sweetness of the air,
Too sweet it was! Flowing throughout 
My body as though it was inherent
To my being. Giving me more life
Than any dream could dare give.
A threshold of our own,
A passageway to purity,
An entrance to eternal enjoyment!
What was it, some ask?
Such unfathomable locations
One cannot simply stir up, or create
At their own capricious whims, alas,
Such dwellings exist. A mere home
For the passioned, a simple
Place to dream of when skies
Are gloomy, covered in some darkness,
Yet one that brings forth necessary rain for life
To grow and live on. Why carry such 
Necessities unworthy of our lives? Impossible
Stretches of land, beyond even the keenest sight,
Or yet the most accurate map.
Beyond the scope of any teacher,
There too lies wisdom.
Delight abounding in every shake
Of every tree on every hill whose smooth descent
Glistened of the moon and brought to our sight
A perfect mirror of the sky!
Deep romantic chasms filled
With darker light, and still with rivulets 
Lining the underneath, declining into the distance,
Towards some cluster of waterfalls,
Splashing in rapture, the waters a shade
Of azure, together in harmony, 
The sound of Nature!
Bending near were some olden oaks.
And here was a complete release of all things
Constraining, no constructs to freedom existed.
This was not simply ours, together we shared its splendor
With an uncountable array of creatures, all unseen before.
Each a mimicry of the land they called home;
Each with a fate undetermined.
Orchards in the distance told yet
Of more flowery places to come.
Possibly an all-white daisy landscape,
Or a sea of honey flowers,
Waving through time, like the ceaseless oceans,
Heaving up and down, one could not help
But get lost in its quivering dance!
Quite near were sounds of children,
Or maybe the mind was now
In its own domain, playing games of 
Past with each other, frolicking,
And prancing, and fluttering, so many
Words to paint this! Yet none capture
The essence of such indescribable scenes,
One cannot help but to be struck in the mind,
Forever engrained with a memorial.
And here was a Utopia! Nor yet stained
By any vices. And rupturing near us were 
Still roots of some future plant, maybe

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Paint Me a Picture

Paint me a picture,
Call it what you will.
Draw me summer’s clouds
Outside my windowsill.
A splash of wine on the horizon,
A sapphire to form the sea.
A dash of honey for the sun
That shines so bright for me!
A sprinkle of a rainbow,
That falls down from the stars.
A sultry summer day beneath
The realms of the quasars.
Golden hues that rise from dawn,
Atop the chestnut mountains.
And several stripes of beryl
Which enshroud those mystic fountains!
A miracle of sweet device
That comes to me all bright.
A landscape made of something nice
Which gleams upon my sight.
A taste of all the finer shades
That dwell upon this view.
A history of all the trades
That tells of me and you.
A simple mark upon the grace
Which seems too fair for thought.
And all the blushes that I trace
That history had brought.
A smile of a candied field,
That flows throughout my age.
A glass too large for one to wield,
That Nature loves to wage.
Blessings from a violet rose
That burst out with pleasant scent.
Flickers from our world which knows
How to tickle our intent!
A mind at ease with all the things
That sway in every season.
A summer day that sweetly brings
Perfect, unplanned reason.
Calming gestures of the leaves
Which appear at mystic will.
Soothing voices of the breeze
Outside my windowsill.
Serenity displaced throughout
Each and every nook.
Simple pleasures brought about
In every glance I took.
Reflections from a silver shade
That rest upon a river.
Enjoyments of the sounds it made
That struck and made me quiver!
A light that visits all year round,
And paints a cerulean sea.
Paradise in each view found
Of Nature and history.
Virginity in every blade
Of grass atop the lawn.
A secret dance in morning play’d,
When peaking low was dawn.
A quiet prayer in solitude;
I drew back my first pure breath.
A place that many have argued
Is the afterlife of death!
A meeting ground where I have met
All things of Nature placed.
One kiss of Nature - I’ll forget
Soon what it was I traced;
All this beauty dispersed throughout
Each romantic stem of Good.
Form all the pleasures brought about
That we dearly keep, and should!

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Let Us Live, My Sweeting

Let’s pretend the world is made of flowers.
Let’s pretend the cottage eaves that spot
The greenest hills beneath the sun’s bright hot,
Are made to stand against unending hours.
Let’s pretend that Spring has made her nest,
And filled the air with sweetest things that roam;
Where past the slanted hills the rivers foam.
Let’s pretend that we are her sole guest!
Let’s pretend the chiming of the seas,
Whose rapture swelled in heartbeats echoes through
The morning’s quiet and complacent dew;
Let’s pretend, and fly against the breeze.
Let’s pretend the sky is made of cream,
Let’s pretend the world is just a dream,
And her fields where we flutter in between,
And when we go we’ll leave no cave unseen.
All this is made of softest things on earth;
Let’s pretend the world is made of mirth!
Let’s pretend the rose above you placed,
So firmly – gently - in your hair is wrapped.
When sunlight from its gem upon is traced
Down your cheek, and down, to where you napped.
Let’s pretend we clasp the stars in our hands,
And feel its resplendent warmth within our palm.
Let’s pretend! Let us dream of heaven’s lands,
Let us sleep, and sleep, until the world is calm.

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A Dark Room

Flower in a dark room,
Why there you hide 
Your splendid bloom?
Windowsill that leaks the sun,
Why let you not drench
The budding one?
O Flower that groweth
There;
Your bloom makes wild
The summer air.
Flower in a dark room,
How come thee not wish
To rise,
With the sun’s golden eyes?
To make thee more beautiful;
More resolute, with each flush of your pinkish
Hue.
My dearest rose,
O flower that grows -
In that dark room.

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A Story

All the love and life that was
Breathing through each lung.
Caring for the sweetest lives,
Daring, were the young.
Each and every breath they took
From dawn to night, was sung,
Gracing all the trees that shook,
Half-lit through moonlight sprung.
Ill were thoughts bred from tears
Joy had seemed to crush.
Kind was love made from fear-
Laughing proved too much!
Mirages of that one time place,
Never once suppressed.
Often children look to space;
Poppies blow from west.
Quite true, some may think me wrong,
Risking were the children, with music loud and long.
Striking were the notes I played
That blew out from my song.
Under skies were hopes betrayed,
Virtues cannot subdue.
Whispers of a greater day,
Xenia on her throne did play,
You dreamed, and asked me of a way, where
Zephyrs clear the view.

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If I Could Dream

There is nothing in this world
I could dream up in a dish.
Counting all the constellations 
To make my final wish.
Passing by the cobbled ways,
The woody gates were still.
I’ll melt the world into a glass
For us to drink our fill!
The clay beside the window-lamp,
Was melted like the snow.
Where the street’s burning light
Made it like summer glow!
How fair to dance, my lady please,
Do press upon my hand!
The cobbled way beneath our feet,
The never-ending land!
We’ll drink our fill, and in the morn
Our pleasures might retire.
But please my dear do not forget
The love that we inspire!

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There Is a Place To Call Our Own Part 3

A hazel tree, or some delicate rose,
Whose opening will be like the universe.
From nothing but a little seedling, came
Magnificence, and soon it too will wither, 
Only to be followed by a tracing of its perfection.
And shading the plains was nightfall,
An awakening in its own right! Athwart 
The covering, several miles past,
Girdling on the onset of some sprouting 
ground, instilled in each eye that had 
The distinct pleasure of guarding over
Its serenity, kept with it the true essence.
Inclining were stacks of autumn leaves,
Floating in the summer winds, 
While breathing back a wintry sigh,
Dancing gaily like the spring flowers,
All together were one - a clever confusion.
 There was no clear definition of what this was,
Nor a predestined form for it to take,
Nor still some favorable fate, it was ever being
Written, penned in the ink of life! Inscribed on the paper
That was the very plains we slept on. And while
Glaring outward towards the skies,
We listened quietly, for maybe
A star would burst, and a new 
Sight would fill our view,
Or maybe some sun would implode, creating
A spectacular clash of light,
Overflowing with colors indiscernible
To our meager eyes. Our passions
Could not match this! Our tunes could not meet this!
Our symphonies we write are just worthless scribbles on
Some shed tree bark. And this the sweet stuff we call Life!
There existed no presupposed form,
This was the form! Leaving the audience in
Some trance- a mystic trance.
Befalling their minds
Were questions with most uncertain replies.
Yet in the other direction, perhaps, would
Rise a tempest, or some impregnable wall 
Of water, and a war between light and day would erupt.
Simply to claim their territory - which would have the better claim?
Considering all of this would certainly
Leave the unsuspecting viewer helpless,
Rendering him insane, or merely dreaming.
And this threshold thrived in between.
The skill of this crafter of speechless perfections!
Spirits of the moon, or of the seas,
Or yet a guardian of the hills,
Or maybe still a king presiding 
Over kingdoms -
We were here simply trespassing 
In the backyard.

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There Is a Place To Call Our Own Part 1

There is a place to call our own.
A sweet dwelling, with fields of daisies.
Golden perfume rising upward,
Spreading buds cloaked in sunny rays,
Only to impart us with
A romantic closing. Honey bees lazily
Buzzing upon the morning’s red mist,
Softly landing on the precious descending petals, drooping
With a kind of modest royalty. Below it the 
Nurturing foundation for beauty. Rivers
Round the poet’s abode, flowing with
Paradise’s milk. Onward drifting as
they drifted millennia ago.
Carving the landscape at their very will,
Whatever the day might call forth.
Time was at a moment’s pause, 
Breathing, too, with the seasons. Some
Magic veil of dew littered the lawn of 
This kingdom, a mirror of the stars above,
The galaxies, too, containing Paradises of
Their own, with maybe a different palette of hues to tickle 
Our expectations. Berry anthers fluttering in the gusty
Currents, sprouting their fruits, only to be 
Plucked by some hungering creature of the land.
In the center of this magical valley, the abode
Of the dear Poet. Window
Frames carved from laden oak, 
Cherry-wood floors spanning the porch.
A carmine-brick chimney jutting out
Towards the blue realms, releasing a gentle smoke,
Probably the exhaled breath of a small fire.
Some flock of larks soaring gallantly above,
Each hymn resonating through the undisturbed hills.
Quietness perpetrating the woods,
Silent nightfall bringing forth the moon,
Whose brightest light covers the valley
In a glittering visage. Twinklings on the river,
Whose sparkling nature tells of places 
In some domain that is possibly just as fair,
Whose plains too might encompass beauty.
Green pastures flooding the land, their soft
Swaying motions breathing, and heaving
Upward towards the glossy sky, itself
An equal partner of the sea.
Both deep, and beautiful,
Filled with enchanting images and colors and 
Movements and O! The Joy! The Joy! that thrives
In every crevice of every forest,
In every field of flowers,
In every glance, no matter the direction!
Simple pleasures everywhere, small creatures ambling
Onward with some destination in view,
Unknown to anyone peering at their innocence,
Perhaps to their home, who knows, it is certainly among	
The possibilities.
Perhaps just to stride along in freedom,
Bestowed upon them by some foreign being.
All was in motion,
Never slumbering, for such time is never
Wasted on such silly things as sleep!
And all was grand, in lieu of its form.
Dancing in rapture with the wind,

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A Rose

I love you like I love no other,
When moonlight to the oceans cover.
When stars through thunder bless the skies,
I see the world within your eyes.
When fields with golden sunlight fade
Into your eyes of burning jade.
While Blue jays waken in their nest,
I feel your love within my chest.
And if my dearest the sky should fall,
Or Angels to our kingdom call.
Know my pretty sweeting, you,
I will to my end be true.