… there's still life ahead
a great blue over a pure gold flecked with red
the fall, like water, flowing through the traveler, returning gladness
a welcoming place, wreathed in autumn's calm glow, where the walker stops hearing finally the voice that reminds him that good is
by a pond, trees like new angels spreading wings, scattered leaves on the mirroring surface -- cerulean day
in light and sorrow open to eternity as it's flowing in but we are temporary and life is leased more than owned
the night split open:
wind blew terror through the trees,
chilling our spirits.
we sang then of better times,
and dared the storm to join in
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we bathed in silence
underneath the peacock tree,
sitting in wonder
at the world and its colors,
and how we’d come to be there
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she longs for shelter
to blend in and not stand out
a garden flower
safe in a community
of shared feeling and purpose
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In hidden symbols,
Formalized and stylized,
She speaks her stories.
Therein lies love and sorrow,
And ways of reaching the dawn
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butterfirefly –
perishing all too early,
but leaving traces —
short life of many colors,
spent hot, and burned through quickly
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in gentle stirring,
bending towards the sunlight,
sisters of mercy
wait for the proper moment
to reveal their true colors
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in molten fury,
the earth strikes its tormentors,
leaving few remains
while those who wear their lordship
seek solace in their brand names
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