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Jewel of the Morn
Light a candle, to hold what night at its edge. Spark, flame, one lit wick to go through the hours. Be it then a lantern, and its glare to hold what inky shadows to their corners. Let them be nightmares, however in sleep only do they breathe. Be these the moments that I have before every dawn without her. Be it she is every morrow I have yet to waken to.
– Mitsuo Tanaka
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Blue Collar
The drop of coin, the rustle of dusty clothes/dirty boots, brow still sweaty and beaten/lantern lit upon that old porch/swing on an old oak, laundry just about dry/the sun a murky orange upon its last rays of the day/warm bath, hot dinner, cool night wind/tomorrow one more day of toil, but in dreams, the weekend comes/children laughing, old friends and cold brew, a new blue dress for the…
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She is East
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For Gwen ...
For Gwen …
Is this not so? Gliding, across her fair skin, as if the sun itself was made to bring her light. Dazzling, it must be, from only what smile she can conjure. Such electricity, such brilliance, and the deities themselves woven what tapestry she is. Strength that makes what dismal day lit. The candle that softens in what late of night. What heart would beat, if not in my chest for her, and only her,…
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She is the Dawn
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Risk
That silvery trail, like a coin tossed in the air. Falls where it was sent, lands in chance. Head over tail, tumble, land, the ring of metal. The gamble of seconds, the cards on the table. One hand flush, the other just pairs. Bluff, breathe, and it’s over. Stack the chips and leave the table. Don’t look back. Still that thin line that crosses along the way. The one that leads out of…
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Only a mirror could hold all her beauty. Nothing lit by any dawn, no rosy tip upon any city street. What drab shore, what dismal tide if not her there. A thousand stars seem lit by that one smile.
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Forgone, Forwent, Forever
Diminish, like blue before the rain. The hours beg for color, but that lies behind those clouds. All is grey. All can be touched by some light but more shadow. Seen so in every tree in distance. Every leaf, every branch, all robbed of green, of breath. No difference between dawn and dusk, in this manner of pall. All dwoemer dimmed, and that ring of day no longer on any anvil. The silence…
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For A.N.
The air about is silver, glistens as the breeze picks up. It’s how you know she’s near. That wind could carry her to Troy, and a thousand ships would sail for her. Upon that sea, every tide seen crimson against setting light, and the nightfall in starry muse of her. Every star lit ivory, every ray dull except upon her face. Every shadow to take a knee, and stay so as she walks by. For none…
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There
The hour grows tired. Minutes pass as if mired. Dull in their moment, hazy in their memory. Move, and it must towards that time of sleep, but not dream. If it were a matter of dreams, mine then in distant horizon. Chased by only sun and wish. It’s on that road, through rain and ice, and every chill that sky and wind can deliver. It’s there. That place, without lethargy, the plodding of…
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Look out at the bay
Golden light across the water
Her beauty is so
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In Silence
Leaden sky in what binds me to what enigma she holds on my heart. I’ve not the towers to see, none the battlements, the trenches, the vassals to call to arms. I’ve but what I have, for all that I have. Empty halls that chase her phantom. The cold of air that begs for her warmth. Each night, as if the darkness creeps from what moors lay beyond. Lightless without her hand in mine, sightless…
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In That If
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The Virtue of Phantoms
Patience. I’ve to rediscover that. I’ve to revisit it like a grave or a dusty yellowed photograph left in a keepsake until time’s hands are gone.
Moments held still. Moments long into what the stars no longer see. Linger on then fade. Invisible, untouchable, cast into what wind, what dust.
Words that no longer echo along empty corridors, seeping into its wood and nails. Laughter and…
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Late Night, Restless
It is midnight perfect here. The rain falls heavily outside, rising to a crescendo, then falls to back its usual noise of its grind. The eaves drop like perspiration. It is otherwise quiet but not dark. The city needs light, but what is lit is left to be desired. Drive out to past the dull ache of street lamps, and I find myself where it used to be home. That nowhere in the now, that none of my…
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