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Sometime heroes
Sometimes heroes
Take aim at heart
Strike an arrow
Throw a dart
Just to know
You're alive
Wearing capes
Overrated
Fantasy world
Real or imagined
Whenever I call
She comes
No need to wonder
Why or how
Maybe
Maybe someone
Could love me
Just as I am
She said
Hold each other's stories
In kind open hands
Receive all of the words
With wonder and applause
Bring all their friends
To cherish and adore
In the meantime
She reasoned
That someone is me
Four loves
A compass rose points
My north star orbits
Moonlit white terrain
Cool far removed
Never to venture again
Rising sun drifts
Over cool clear water
Soothing aches
Casting light
Shadows refrain
Blinding sundown
Burning red
Clouds chase away
Crashing into sea
Recuperate
Southern cross
Guiding terra firma
Holding lost soul
Warm by earthen light
Illuminate the night
Eternal delight
Sunrise eyes
Hiding in the shadow
Golden yellow halo
Curls and waves fall
Frame her face
Fixed on me
Two sapphire gems
So blindingly bright
I take pictures
With my mind
Side-glances
While capturing
All the beauty
Earth and sea
In between
Rocky shore
Where still waters
Lap at oyster shells
Wings open to glide
Over river mirror
Reflections everywhere
Stories shared
Held carefully
Between clasped hands
Smother
Take you down
From that pedestal
To colour
Love like
A fingerprint
Of lover's name
Unique new note
Not one the same
Beautiful fingers
Of one fine hand
Silent wave
Siren's command
So rare and precious
Slender and long
Ever rehearsed
Perform one song
Some sit idle
Curled content
Pondering days
Love long spent
Mine a many
Instrumentalist
Strikes a chord
Tone long missed
Orchestral works
Of mindfulness
Conducted by
Pure hand of bliss
The darkest side
'It's the darkest side
Of my heart that dies
When you come to me
It's the golden ticket
I win when you
Kill my enemies
When I die I'm alive
When I lose I find
My identity...'
~ The Middle East
Seekers
Such a following
Far and wide
Ocean reaching
Long arms up river
To the mountains
I can hold her
For the first time
Under stained glass window
When pews are abandoned
Beautiful interior
Artisan crafted
For this moment
Always seeking those
Brave and daring souls
Who simply believe
In love
Love like
A body of water
Still reflecting sky
Seemingly inanimate
Yet underneath
Life abounds
In tepid pools
Embankments bare
Except for wintering
Trees naked as we came
Trickling down
Not reaching for
Anywhere or anything
All flows in
Saying Come to me
I am here
Count the stars of heaven 