Grace

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Should we ask the why
Why valleys, why the deserts
Will I feel fear then
And for what purpose, blood

These questions steal my joy
So I must not indulge
My bright green eyes have found
What they need to see

His nature, his nature
Where true, due North is Love
My compass mark it is
My whole heart holds fast here

It’s unknown how it’s so
My feet seem always falling
On paths unpaved and thistled
Somehow my soul it knows

I’ll see the thankful temples
I’ll have girls own big books
I’ll sail silent down black rivers
You’ll come with me Grace

is gold

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I’ve prayed glitter
For your path 
A pattern-spray that looks
Like plans had for you 
Before you graced this place
The underneath that is
Paved with acorns and amber oak leaves
Covered with new fallen snow

Boots

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What if the mirror told
I was no longer there
Taken, stolen, gone, away
Would you think to care

Would you put up
‘Lost Cat’ flyers
On tall trees 
From here to there

Would you seek me 
Desperate
For my marching
In your hair

If the warm winds took me
To pillows that allow
My sleepy and my crazy
Would you miss my meow

Tell whether you would fight the winds
For each of our nine lives
To bring me back, once and for all
And marry my green eyes

when i wake

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Some One
in the Kitchen
boiling Water 
Beside me

with a Light on
with a warm Voice
with a Penchant 
for Chai tea 

wanting Details
frOm my dreaming
so to Use them
Against me

Sandra 

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Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed 
in preparation for battle.

I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.

I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.

Chalk

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I’ve a way
With the word of your name
Tends towards teasing
With serious style
Leaves my lips 
Rides on wind 
Lands like dust on your skin
Sounds like a Canadian smile

Why I Do

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The notion of if I’m alive
I test and poke every day
Here is the truth that I say

The pleasure I give 
Through kisses I steal
The footprints I leave
While helping hearts heal

The breath of a loved one
Warm-cold on my back
The hug with a dear friend
That cuts bright through the black

The fondness on faces
As they think of me
The writings I scribble
Of all I need see

The softness I send
For years without end
Is how I prove I’m alive, dear friend