Alven L. Robinson Poems

The morning light turns gray to gold,
And as she wakes
The desert shapes
Begin their dance and flow.
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Black bird of prayer upon the sand
half buried in twilight
half free to roam eternity
on streams of wingless flight.
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No malice in the wave
just circumstance -
butter on the toast
beneath the red and green,
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Across the evening dew
the mask prevailed,
as if the dripping
blue of souls was
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The Seurat of the mind,
suggestions, impressions,
monad moments on
empty space, color
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The world of dreams
sometimes gone
sometimes a forgotten song
replayed as if today
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An opium tale - -
the trail across the golden dunes
landscape lagoons for caravans
trading in the henna hands
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Stars find the waters deep
and eyes of passion cry,
but there upon the corner
in the languid evening air,
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Black it fell, the night
upon the snow; it was deep,
deeper than the thought
hovering above the ridge
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The cliff was there
before my I,
waiting for a friend;
a patient wall
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