Jonathan H. Scott

I stay, in silence, waiting in the dawn,
Your body lying gently close to mine.
With dewdrops falling softly from the trees,
I ponder if our souls will intertwine.
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I AM become transcendent.
My soul reaches into the earth as roots.
All suffering I embrace.
Peace flows through me.
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THE DAY dawns cold—
The path ahead is painted icy blue.
On closer look,
A traveler braves the trek
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THE HOUR has come;
The year is through,
And what remains stares back at you.
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WHAT GRAND design has brought us to this place
In time and space? The hour has come for naught,
And, here, all effort ends in such disgrace;
So close were we, yet missed the prize we sought.
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SO STILL— so quiet is the summer night,
And all is hushed but for the cricket's call.
Along the path, there is no guiding light—
The moon stays hid and darkness covers all.
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Within the sanctum of the Truth,
Away from all charades;
'tis there that lies the bloom of youth
Before the blossom fades.
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COMES AN hour in the stream of time
When all is dark, too dark to rest—
And in that hour our fate is cast,
And thus begins a timeless quest
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HE SWEEPS across the water undisturbed,
Beneath the heavy hand of evening's mist;
The noble bird in solitary flight
Slips nearer to the force he can't resist.
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Burned to ash, whence the phoenix rises—
Its rebirth and future so devises.
Less or more, five hundred years he lives—
Death, then life, unto his son he gives.
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FALLS the evening,
Fading light-
Comes the quiet
In the night-
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Gone is the day, now the quiet
Bears down on me deep in the night.
Darkness I welcome for comfort—
It keeps me ‘til morning's gray light.
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Promises made,
If ever kept,
All came undone
While our duty slept
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How empty sits the chair beside the door,
So many times its duty it fulfilled.
Now, undisturbed it rests forevermore—
With each new day it helped our lives to build.
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Deep within the labyrinth of your heart,
Echoes there a voice you know but well.
Its loneliness and you will never part,
Within your soul, the ache will ever dwell.
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From beyond Time's bright eternal core,
Outshines all brilliant light that came before—
Eons past unable to restore,
Love's passion urges secrets to explore—
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Adrift in quiet moments to times past,
When thoughts of gentle days so fondly burn;
The summer breeze will make a heart to yearn—
Such days, dear heart, were never meant to last,
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‘tis in a dream from day to day we live;
Impossible to grasp our certain fate
And only know what truth our mind will give—
The death knell tolls for all thus soon or late.
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To they that go down to the sea in ships
(The brave that go down to the sea in ships) ,
To the roar and foam of the mighty deep,
Where often you lay your heads to sleep—
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