He is my voice
My beautiful stolen whispers
And I cannot brush aside the wind
That carries him to my door
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You have gone…
And I am ill in my longing
Writhing; my dreams colliding
In the give and take of you
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When will I know your heart, my love
Will there be time for it
I have waited, and you have waited
My soul…has waited
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Date: July 18,2013
What of this love, not tender, not true
Like a bag full of stones, some black and some blue
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There is no whistle in the briar
Nor in the garden, lilting there
There are no murmurs in the trees
There is no passion, calling me
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Of course…it’s all I know. I met a smooth philanderer, and it made my thinking so. He flirted and he fiddled, he rang me night and day.
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What To Do, Without A Muse
Date: December 28,2012
My muse is gone, sweet sorrow
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I lay in peace upon the thread
And he, but just a cover
To keep my standing safe and warm
I feign him as my lover
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