Jonathan Platt Poems

In the clear, crisp spring evening, golden bright,
I have seen a dream, and it has taken flight;
It did not glide or soar, but floated peacefully on the breeze,
Like an autumn leaf drifting upon a gentle rippling stream.
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It is the oldest city still standing -
Its years surpass those of the sun's.
Its construction was completed
The instant it had begun.
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A faint ember emerges from the womb of an abyss,
Born into the stark and barren silence of endless emptiness...
It's dim light softly pulsing with small tremblings of energy -
Would not the tiniest disturbance shatter it's fragility?
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Lightning bolts fill Heaven's darkening sky -
They're as jagged as Satan's teeth.
And the thunder that follows after
Is the growl of a hellish beast.
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Her beauty was like the sunrise,
Her touch lke a gentle breeze...
Her smile shamed every flower.
Her voice - a melody...
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