Evan Lindeman

I wish that I, like a gryphon, might soar amidst the clouds,
Shedding my skin to reveal my white feathers,
Bursting my vast wings from within my arms,
Heaving my great barreled chest from it's cramped cage.
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True love is a flower that never withers, come sky or clouds, rain or sun-

The pollen of love blossoms forth, and the seeds of desire are ripe:
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We are but an ephemeral speck-
A dust particle drifting in a moonbeam.
Suspended on silver pathways,
Gliding through the heavens,
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Long under miserable covers I've cowered,
Cursing my luck and weakness and inaction,
But to you again, you cruel fascination,
I remind you to remember our days that flowered.
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I look to my generation, and I see sans eyes,
I look to my parents' generation, and I see sans ears,
I look to my grandparents' generation, and I see sans eyes and ears,
I look at myself, and I wonder: 'What must life be, if without the company of any eyes to see me or ears to listen! '
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This is my heart dear, as you left it.
Do you see?
Do you see its cracks and craters,
Its holes and havens
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Your face, beautiful and untouchable.
A serene silhouette enwrapped in snowy fields of grass-
Fields of white grass enwrapped in darkness,
While you shine above it all.
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If but t'were vast enough, and as fine,
The world to you its pleasures may suffice-
But as it stands whilst thou art mine,
There is no celestial body to which I'd look twice,
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A swipe of red and sweep of black-
She rises, spins, perks and grins,
Grabs her bag, opens the window,
Emerges into the biting freeze.
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