Eric Paeplow Poems

Neath a harvest moon
Far removed from view
We roam
The skies above
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You see the world, within a grain of sand
And heaven, in the pedals of a flower
Held, within the palm of your hand
You live infinity in a blink, eternity in an hour
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While wondering through the mystic wood
Neath boughs and branches, alone I stood
On this lonely path, where no-one goes
The winds of change, are blowing cold
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Under darkened skies with hanging clouds
And blowing winds, that scream and howl
I lie awake within these walls
And hear the world, with all it's sounds
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So sweet the hour, the night divine
Neath the starlit skies, clear and bright
When the world appears to lie and sleep
Under silent skies and blankets deep
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As the light of day bends over me, around me
My lonesome shadow, ever present, walks before me
And as the sun shines on my face
It reminds me of my place
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At the midnight hour
When phantoms rise, to souls devour
I stand neath the moon and stars
Dimly lit through hanging clouds
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We are born into heaven,
Nestled safely in our mother's arms
Then taught the ways of good and evil
The ways of right and wrong
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The world craves immortality
Eternal youth, energy and beauty
These are the deepest desires
Of our silent dreams
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The world is filled with Priests and Paladins, False Prophets and Fools
Each beating their chest and proclaiming, that they know best
How we should live, what we should think, or what we should do
Yet within their gilded chests, in each, the same fault rests
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