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Ode to the Tear
And let the storm pass over in due season,
To wait it out, ‘til we no longer hold,
Onto the heartache which we held for reasons.
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Ode to the Night Skies
Cloudless skies unburden me,
My heart, closing the distance,
Lost in now and forever,
The deep black comes near,
As past and now bed together,
While Earth stands silent under my feet.
The night skies open before me,
In awe, as my eyes ponder,
A split second suspended,
My person stretched in suspense,
As it wraps around the heavens,
And my thoughts bend towards the stars.
Senses settle on something peaceful,
My vision leads, scoping the beauty,
The gentle realm beyond harkening,
I visit and it becomes part of me,
While it settles in my soul, and breathes,
As my body aligns with slumber.
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Around Me
I take a minute, and listen,
As my ears take in all the sounds
That surround me, in such vivid
Arrays, with everything around
Coming to life, each from actions.
I sit and imagine their source,
Many begin to encourage me,
Like the song of a little bird,
Who talks to listeners, friendly,
Whose sweet and melodious voice,
Rises upon the air, and cheers
On the day, as set before it.
Or the gentle brush of the wind,
As it cups in my ear, and whispers
To me like musings from a friend,
Which makes me smile, with a warm mirth,
And brings me to an awareness
Of his unseen presence, which comes first.
And sounds of little passer-byes,
Who rustle with the moving wind,
When autumn days collects them nigh,
And they crackle under my feet,
As each step I take, makes a sound
That somehow seems so exciting,
Like most everything around me.
Around Me
I take a minute, and listen,
As my ears take in all the sounds
That surround me, in such vivid
Arrays, with everything around
Coming to life, each from actions.
I sit and imagine their source,
Many begin to encourage me,
Like the song of a little bird,
Who talks to listeners, friendly,
Whose sweet and melodious voice,
Rises upon the air, and cheers
On the day, as set before it.
Or the gentle brush of the wind,
As it cups in my ear, and whispers
To me like musings from a friend,
Which makes me smile, with a warm mirth,
And brings me to an awareness
Of his unseen presence, which comes first.
And sounds of little passer-byes,
Who rustle with the moving wind,
When autumn days collects them nigh,
And they crackle under my feet,
As each step I take, makes a sound
That somehow seems so exciting,
Like most everything around me.