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Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
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Storm
The light from the bulb,
All of a sudden gone,
Now rush to find light,
As we stumble,
Waiting for the dawn.
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Growing Beautifully Old
Because that is love,
when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you,
and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession.
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Husky Eyes
My treasure is my eyes,
The colors they create,
The color they are,
Gray husky and slate.
My treasure is not captive,
Loves
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1893
It was just a fluke that I happened to see
The ghost of a girl in 1893
I didn't think much of her, tried to ignore
But then she came 'round in 1894
A spirit was not something that I had wanted
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Honey voice
I coat my voice with honey
Because you would break
If my words
Were not sugar coated
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Growing Beautifully Old
Because that is love,
when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you,
and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession.
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Husky Eyes
My treasure is my eyes,
The colors they create,
The color they are,
Gray husky and slate.
My treasure is not captive,
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Cowboy, Come Home
He is a toy cowboy on a horse
and is dragged off into the sunset
while my stuffed bunny heart
waits in the backdrop to be held.
Our God is the small Girl who hides
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valentines flowers
I want to apologize to valentines flowers.
sprouted somewhere with sun and sky
chopped into clumps and lugged into the snow
I did find you a vase, clean and sturdy
but you sit confused
elbows leaning against the glass