David Taylor Poems

The tombstones; acred hearts,
sigh in the shadows.
Each one, if but only love had loved,
and known it so,
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Deep dark nothingness,
(empty, still):
so say the eyes that wander,
across the space between,
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I sway in the gentle breeze
of Your life giving breath
with supple branches in the wind,
and shade all that come within my scope
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The path was laid, the buildings built,
the cakes were baked, the clothes were made,
the cars went past on spinning wheels,
the shoes were stitched, designed and heeled.
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There once was a bridge called space
which spanned the lands of time and place;

below that bridge called space, flowed love
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She went far away, far over the seas,
my wife and my light and my glee.
She flew far away into the night
to a land of temples and tea.
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The horse in the field breathes deeply
And looks across in my direction
As if asking a question, how long?
The birds sing an early morning litany
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You are such sweetness in my mouth.
And a touching tenderness at my fingertips,
with an enchantment of scent that makes my senses real,
and reel with their heady intoxication of; just you.
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Trying to let go.
Aspiring to let it flow.
Pretending I don’t think I know.
Waiting for nothing
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Ohh bliss what do you say,
do you have a voice today?
Where may I find your joy,
which I remember as a boy?
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