" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Sunday, September 28, 2003
A Dream Of Stars
what of the moon blind to my sleep
stay awhile, wont you please?
and set my dreams a sail
amongst the habour of stars in my wake.
a lark it is; ever faithful
a ship there was; truly missed
"dont shed a tear now
i promise i'll wait"
what of stars blind to its passing
as twilight skies sings its lullaby
i will find you again
amongst comfortless nights.
decry the moon that entwine the hearts
a forlorn soul needs not but a silent prayer
"to sleep a dream
with stars to guide"
what then of the mist, forgetting still
the moon and stars it conjures
a sweet languor, with pining yet abhor
a field of lights; left unsaid adore
my dreams asleep; awake
it steals with wantonness
"there is no farewell
till we meet again; a dream of stars"
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