Christine Natale Poems

Shakespeare, for the season, is over,
And so my own reason for being
Here, where I cannot be sure I belong
Except for the time I was needed.
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You wrote your own blues, Billie
Don’t need no one to tell you, lady
Don’t need no one to show you, lady
Don’t need no one to say it for you
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I have sailed far on a bright wishing star
To search for the brave and the true
I’ve questioned the wise in mystical guise
The directions they gave me were few
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The ebb and flow of love
Is the tide of life.
Our meeting in love
Was the crashing
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If you thought me beautiful
I would be
The bright sun playing
In a cherry tree.
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Where have I been going
On this lost and rainy night
I, who have no home to go to
Waiting for a taxi in the rain
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Once the weary travelers
Were gladly taken in though
Strange and foreign they might be
For gods could walk with men
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My daughter runs along the sand,
A golden kite string in her hand;
She calls and waves along the shore
Till I can’t see her anymore.
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Just the few on the very edge of the village
Sensed the approach and began the relay -
A warning, a preparation,
A river of fire in the light of day.
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This peace is a remembrance
For future times when I myself
Am torn in two -
When the spirit of another invades my soul
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