Tag: dreams
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The Grey Mornings
I start at the sound of each car passing on midnight streets outside; hoping it’s you, knowing it isn’t. Dreams fade with your warmth as reality slowly intrudes: it would be enough to fall into your arms and know I’d wake there, too. I am only real when you are near, but you never stay…
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Wedding Poem
It’s a fleeting moment– a red sky at twilight, rushing to the long night; the last russet leaf clinging to bough as autumn inhales, breathes out. You know this, you’ve felt it in the grey light of dawn, in that pause between waking and finding. You’ve heard it whisper through the dry grass of summer–a…
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The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs
– after Longfellow The wind whispers, the wind sighs, the dawn light brightens, a magpie cries; amongst the gum trees tall and green a girl becomes a faerie queen. And the wind whispers, the wind sighs. Morning settles beneath silk skies, her reign flits by like dragonflies; deep shadows dress the naked hill in dusk,…
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Blank Page, Red Sky
– for Billy Considine My friend Billy is sitting before a blank page,by the dim light of his study lamp. Billy the writer.My guess is that he’s thinking more about the red splashof sunset outside his window than the white page,wondering how to capture a blood-soaked skyin fresh words. Billy ponders a single word for…
