Patti Masterman Poems

I pray on the mountains, to the new day;
Pray for vision prerequisite to peace,
Though I see far clouds on the misty horizon-
All is beauty, that I survey.
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Lose me from these bonds of flesh,
And I'll never more be boring;
Or build me a spaceship, of the mind-
And soon, I will be soaring.
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I look out through my window,
I'm looking for your eyes,
I want to hear your voice-
Instead hearing my own sighs-
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You're the song my soul is singing;
Every note, the birds are winging,
Every rainbow sun is bringing-
You're the song my soul is singing.
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I heard the wind laugh, at the windows,
As I quietly made the bed,
'I'll pull these nails out, one by one-
Your roof will lie upon your head.'
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My love likes to wrap itself in warm mittens
And scarfs, and woolly knitted sweaters.

It dons galoshes and strides down running streams,
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The whole world is a monument to death:
Water plants hold the place of the drowned,
The tree roots those dying trapped in place,
While clouds mark the souls of the newly dead,
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The snow finds the river- but it's hardened its heart,
The sea finds the inlet, and its power must part,
The lover finds boulders- his love to withhold;
All things get tested, so we must be bold.
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The quiet dust lies, settled in the cushions,
On the armrests, in the corners of rooms-
Dust which takes a bit of us, when it goes.
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I wanted forever with you,
Though it became a short span-
'Forever' is not legitimate
Within the histories of man.
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