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Dearly
All excuses accepted
Needlessly offered
For any incongruous
Moments between us
Forgotten
A flash gordon vision
Scifantasy addiction
Concocting subtle reasons
Why you might not
Say something
Give up anticipating
Meaning making
Stories whirlpool
Shimmy down curl wave
White foam spray
Just to taste
Another sun baked day
Flitting time away
Waiting for us
To be brave
We daughter dears
Stick together
Even when eons
Separate us
Across a mere chasm
There is no 'if'
As satellite images
Reveal a great expanse
Only imagined
In writers' dreams
Light years speak
To us when we open
Our eyes at night
Inspired by the same
Sights nearby
Galaxies spiral
Size of a tear drop
Meet me at the next stop?
Always reminding
To be loving you dearly
Wall garden
Pink Floyd drilled into me
In flagrant courthouse
Discourse
Walls not meant for people
People not meant for walls
How many people did it take
How many shoulders climbed
For me to rise up
Brick by brick
Strength and grit not mine
Spending months surveying cracks
To push through other side
If only you had mentioned
The view above divine
Uno
The one who
Teaches us how to
Love ourselves
Wake
Straddling the line
Between wake and dream
Endless streams
Of thought behind
As eyes open wide
Curled, startled inside
To face four walls
Laden with grey
Fringed with pics of wings
To ease into the day
I wrap my arms round
She stares up to sky
Kiss her forehead
Happy cry
Frazey pipes in to
Make it seem
I am ready to live
My waking dream
Gentlewoman
What I know
About gentleness
Found in you
Dew point
Her words fall
Dew drop early morn
Melting sun
Lunar
Something changed
While I was waiting
For you too
Inspiritus
Into life we delve
Retrieve treasure
Fossick through debris
Until we come up
Breathing, gasping
Wantonly inspired
To give shape
Form with words
So to reach
Into another's soul
To revive, cool, soothe
Another heart on fire
Burning out all fuel
Staring at smoking remains
She looks up and smiles
Whispers my name
Stories grow legs
Read themselves
Back to me
Giving life to them
Now never
Alone
Secret archive
In the deep recesses
Of the palace
Of the mind
Quaint catalogue boxes
Sit idly weaving
Lacy silk
Gartered webs
Across time stained
Decks of cards
Full of chance
Now expired
No waste of space
In the twilight hours
They levitate and spin
Like Papillon on
A spring day
As bulbs emerge
From the clay
In cocoon of dream
Memories play
To lure me out
Of myself
To mingle with life
As it never happened
Inspire possibility
A springboard
To love well
To hope
For more
Count the stars of heaven 