David Taylor Poems

is there a place where all searching ends,
lit by the light that shines in all things;
under the silver that never begins,
and below the gold that never grows old?
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Most strange I find that fleeting glance
that opens up my prisoned stance
a flash of re-cognised gold
in binding rings that spellbound hold.
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The crimson sun and golden leafs
sparkle on a gentle thoughtful breeze;
a pale moon shines in the east
as your lipsticked evening smile
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efflorescence brightly illumines all
I walk in a tunnel of love
a straight path with pinpoint of light ahead
around me strange shadows
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If only I could make you see what no eyes have ever seen,
if only I could make you feel, what I feel so deep within.

The clouds would part from tearful eyes
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I remember playing in the garden as a child
with a magnifying glass in the bright life giving sunlight
(and nothing more worthwhile)
focussing the light on some unfortunate sliding worm
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Stood I pensive; shifting from foot to foot,
disquietened in my mind, which silence
most often did most fitting find;
but now disturbed with abject looks,
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I want to grow up big and strong like you
so I ate all my supper, the broccoli too;
and here's two stickers I kept
to give to you when you come home
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Yes you know it, you know it deep down,
it has no words, can make no sound.
You are sure it has been found
because deep down you know it,
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gilded nothingness slid past
on a deep contentment
that was found at last
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