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I would rather
Be poor and in love
Living on tea and vegies
Hear love sing out loud
Than make up songs about it
Live in a yurt fancy free
Than find a home without you
Stay, wait and wonder
Than solo sail world round
See your face again
Than know everything about you
Close my eyes and count to ten
Than hide in the dark to be found
Endless Summers
Multiple intelligence
Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair
All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate
For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes
More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again
Open door
Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine
Hey lady
I like your spots
The way you hang on
When the going gets rough
Then fly away
When you've had enough
I always feel
You make my day
When you come into
My world
You are one to marvel
But hard to catch
The day I saw you
I met my match
Colonial carving
On the bow
Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away
Here comes the sun
Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me
Un amour sans chagrin
Ashes
Showering rain opens
Fallen of yesterday
Buried in layers
Soaking in ready
For new openings
Rising again
A new green shoot
Fresh and bare
Untouched
Sensitive to grazing
Unfurled plentiful
Placeholders populate
Hold on to precious
Earth newly nourished
To cover over through
The dawning years
Count the stars of heaven 