Connor J. Wade

As a symphony lingers in the ears,
As the Sun casts its swift departure's glow,
So do the pains of love and loss and fear
Engross the poet, being all he knows.
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In a dream it is possible to grasp
Oceans vast and all the tumult within,
For in a dream's embrace do we at last
Welcome every fear and vicious whim;
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I can reach infinity if and only
If my arms could extend beyond the stars
And then farther, where thoughts free but lonely
Drift and clash and aggregate and war.
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In the ceaseless clashing of wave and shore
Is found the insouciant voice of seas.
They speak their sibilant tongue, but wherefore
They do is answerable with no ease.
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If a statue in itself duly finds,
In a winter which could chill fiery stone,
The urge to dance, surely will other minds
Shun it for having a mind of its own.
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