If All the Stars Should Go

I will predict that all could end.
That time should slip
and suns should burn

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Symbols of Love

There is a language dead
that grips the heart
from deep within its crypt.

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Five Miles

She says she is always there,
and I am always here,
so how is it
that five miles can feel
an oceans worth of divide.

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Easter Eggs

I want you to carry my eggs;
I trust you and the care that you take,
yet I know that you are afraid,

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The Net

I wished that love
was not far-flung
as foreign coasts

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The Playground of Life

There is a gypsy in her hair;
a place where I slip off to breath,
a paradise of spring and new born things,
a playground made of laughter’s glee.

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Do not Fall For a Man Like Me

Do not fall for a man like me
I am not blind; I do not see.
I am the reason storms have names

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To My little Spoon

and tell the head that it is truly mad,
mixed up and made for something closer to art

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Her Autumn – Poem

When among the trees will autumn come?
What multitude of words will I have lost
among the soft-dying of sweet summer poppies

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The Nature of the Heart

The heart is a hunter searching
before the dead of winter has melted;

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The Fool

Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me

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On Loss

I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—

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Blue Birds of Love

If I)
May make my heart

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I didn’t say

Sometimes love is cliché.
Damn the cost of being so young,

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The Plunge

Around her I was Icarus
with wings alight and burnt to nubs,
now glowing as embers and garnets
as I slowly descend into the adjust
of knowing there is no longer an us
and longing to submit to the plunge.

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