Geoff Warden Poems

Deep emotion
Covering blanket
Touch strolls
Surrender forbidden
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The great Algonquin park,
lush forest of great unknowns,
the secrets that lie in her shadows,
and mystery that have found home.
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Ah my entrusted friend
the one I call close
the one knowing all
tho you have delivered me
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Staring through the cracks of Paine
Unto the unknown yards of mystic
There in the shadows shall play
A minstrel's melody of rebirth
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In the depth of my soul....
would you willingly stroll....
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Like the touch of an old friend
She softly whispers
In the faint familiar voice
And I awaken
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At the breath of first mornin' air,
An' the fleck of early sun rise,
The one of porcelain skin fair,
Lady-Hawk takes of blue sky,
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Count the stars tonight
Reflect of sweet embrace
Stroll in soul once more
Upon that distant shore
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Within the darkness of shadows Vail,
And closer to the skin then hair,
That moment of grand illusion,
complexes the touch of share.
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How hath it become,
That I now find loss,
Of thine face of beauty,
And thine words of verility...
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