days of stone

Tag: night

  • Dying Light

    Dying Light

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    Ryan Stone
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    From my porch I watch thunderheads battering high noon into bruised twilight. I see you climb from under eaves, awakened by a pressure change. As the storm inhales you leap and spin, leap and spin your web — knowing your time to build is fleeting. Ryan Stone

  • Hope

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    Ryan Stone
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    so dark each winter night, then dawn Ryan Stone

  • Owl Song

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    Ryan Stone
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    Full moon to you I sing this tune— bright streams, hidden dells, clouds and dreams sublime. Ours to share, for all time. Ryan Stone

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    by

    Ryan Stone
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    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    Ryan Stone
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    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • Riders in the Night

    Riders in the Night

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    Ryan Stone
    in

    Outside, in the distance a wild cat did growl two riders were approaching the wind began to howl. -Bob Dylan Hoofbeats on the tundra! Beneath a mage’s moon she draws her shutters closely, prays morning finds her soon. Thunder shatters silence, a rapping at her door tears the night asunder– a wild cat’s chilling roar.…

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    Ryan Stone
    in

    Over the mountains and down to the sea, you must come now if you hope to break free. No time to mourn for Autumn’s red bowers; the light we once made, now darkness devours. I can play you the rhymes of the kingdom, I can sing you the songs that you know; but we must…

  • Whispers

    Whispers

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    Ryan Stone
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    I am he who worships Spring in moonlit mountain shallows. I am he who watches you, insubstantial shadow. I am he who brings night’s ship safe to morning’s shore. I am he who loves you, your servant, evermore. Ryan Stone

  • Ingénue

    Ingénue

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ingénue Raindrops – steel drums, belting roof tops. Loud beats unheard beneath white sheets where two hearts shed one last taboo. Ryan Stone

  • The Grey Mornings

    The Grey Mornings

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    Ryan Stone
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    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…