a shake at noon
she gave it all away
as she sang her reasons
to those willing to listen
cigarette ashes
left gathered in a tray
were scattered by her voice
as she gave it all away,
her purpose for seasons,
to those willing to listen
a soft abstraction
painted painfully onto
a canvas
saw her give it away,
her truce to her being,
to all of them people
willing to listen
and below this
morning breeze
a church organ
punctuated her voice
giving it all away
to everyone willing to listen
as she sang her reasons
to those willing to listen
cigarette ashes
left gathered in a tray
were scattered by her voice
as she gave it all away,
her purpose for seasons,
to those willing to listen
a soft abstraction
painted painfully onto
a canvas
saw her give it away,
her truce to her being,
to all of them people
willing to listen
and below this
morning breeze
a church organ
punctuated her voice
giving it all away
to everyone willing to listen
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on a card
dear dove
flying high
what rhymes can you
share for her and i
poems of passion,
inspiration everlasting,
messages sent across the sky,
dear dove
flying high
what rhymes can you
share for her and i
flying high
what rhymes can you
share for her and i
poems of passion,
inspiration everlasting,
messages sent across the sky,
dear dove
flying high
what rhymes can you
share for her and i
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tempting the unattainable
Rain clouds gather around me
as I wait for her to speak,
Riddles of broken chords
& a heavenly hangover of
blue pills describe me
in stars uncharted
The window blinds are open,
Life plays its game outside.
Swimming through a migration
of summer birds,
I'm looking for you.
You're ahead of the pack,
You, Winter's angel dressed in white,
Me, Summer's devil clothed in purple,
Behind you I glide,
Always attempting to catch up,
Always attempting for the unattainable
as I wait for her to speak,
Riddles of broken chords
& a heavenly hangover of
blue pills describe me
in stars uncharted
The window blinds are open,
Life plays its game outside.
Swimming through a migration
of summer birds,
I'm looking for you.
You're ahead of the pack,
You, Winter's angel dressed in white,
Me, Summer's devil clothed in purple,
Behind you I glide,
Always attempting to catch up,
Always attempting for the unattainable
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