Michael Arnold

The other world
Beyond window
Streams past
In ever changing
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they danced naked
in cool moonbeams.
their gift
to the world
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The weather has nothing to do with mood.
When I was young, I would, on a hot day
Rest a caterpillar in my palm; it would happily
Crawl around, never swearing or making noises
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If I liken you to a summer's day
You will say I copied Shakespeare.
If I liken you to a red rose
You will say I am a flatterer.
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Come my love we must run away
And discover a secret place
Where each new dawn as I awake
I gaze on your beautiful face.
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Somewhere between a farm
And a Nazi you stumbled.
Was it youth that dragged
Your femininity
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A breeze wreathes through
Summer trees.
It whispers to the leaves
Then moves on
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I watched you fade
Away in those short
Young years of mine.
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Leather straps old and worn
From long past lives
Who sat and scratched oak arms
While in your last embrace.
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I remember that day by the pool
Your haunting eyes beckoning me
To join you in the icy depths below.
The promise of your cold embrace;
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I am lifted from reverie
To see beyond horizons of my soul
In a place that has no place on earth.
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Do not pass me by this Remembrance Day,
Ponder for a moment before you drift away.
 
I fought my fight so others might live
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I saw a shadow on the wall
Beside the bedroom door;
Beckoning me to follow it
Into the dim lit hall.
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she felt subjected
to the
division of labour.
But now dressed,    
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