Strong Back

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I know a Tailor
From a mystical place
A gypsy, her eyes how they flash
We talk of those men 
Those once-soulful men 
How we fell to them
Full, resolute, unabashed

Messy hearts she and I 
We examine history 
And debate on the whether at all
Those men knew their truth 
They did not we conclude 
For they flew by their mood
Yet we stand here firm in soul’s call 

This talk it’s served much
Our song it will be
We dance in the jeweled skirt of pain
The shades thrown open 
She returns to her pins
And it seems we’ll begin
To walk whole into love yet again

Nocturnal Eyes

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I was not granted 
Nocturnal eyes
For in the dark
I cannot see people
Dancing
Smiling

Dancing like pinpoint lights I wish to make sense of and wish to join hands with

Smiling like soul-seekers they wish to be part of something much greater than this 

I was not granted 
Nocturnal eyes
Nor are those
Who descend
From
Me

What You Seek

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How will you find it 
Where will you go
It’s not just outside of that door
It’s not in the sing-song 
The hoping to belong
You won’t find it pacing the floor 

I suspect but don’t know
It’s there for receiving
If all at once we take a breath
Take one step then the next
To rewrite the old text
And treat it like it’s life or death 

 

Even At Lunch

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Is there any way
You would read to me
Every day

Sit me down any where
Speaking with passion understood
Every where 

Your words pausing any place
Literary style demands
Every time

You may choose any book
My ears adore
Every genre

Leather-Bound Book

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He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now

She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile