Crystal Rosser Poems

Oh - but what turns me so -
ln the long afternoon -
Fields of wonder -
The wind - perhaps -
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It echoes, it echoes
An ache to speak, my love;
Our dreams we dream
Side-by-side
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My sorrow is full of you -
Bones - sore of you -

Tender - I glisten in the wind -
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I've grown to love myself in the lost
In the fade of smiles and touch
In the echoes of innocents and laughter
Twirling years of hair between my fingers
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She melds within the clock's red midnight ticking-that fair, almond-haired bitch
And the old rabbit fancies to run white with her, wildly a-gloom.

She lost herself in the great heaps of timber and fire storm; fret naught of the night
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Simple, yet vivid,
Long dried up and livid;
These gentle lilacs, I crush and I bruise,
In my bare hands, they ooze.
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Who roams inside my dreams, I whisper,
Who thieves through my nights-
Like a subtle, distant thunder, it is him-
He, who surrounds me, and I-
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Two pairs of eyes, circling deeply
Into the depths of a flame,
Their eyes wandering
In enlightenment, alluding to intentions.
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When you know, let your spirit soar,
Soar with the wind, and let it
Move, move through the trees, and let it
Dance, dance through the leaves.
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The crow, he's reminding me
Of a rain coming, and yesterday,
Yesterday, a whisper of a friend,
Her favorite color, purple
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