Patti Masterman Poems

Day is another kind of night
And hidden things are more revealed;
The secrets that were held so tight,
By a victor sun, unsealed.
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who dies forever/
who sighs without reason/
not who we are- but who we are to be/
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Something old and something new

Is when beneath my heart you grew;
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Fly high, bird, where the trees
become sky,
Where blue rain turns to mist,
and every kiss
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The things that time has stolen from me,
A sad, long list of everything I loved;
The very stuff, defined me in this life-
In falling rivulets, perhaps still it moves..
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Do the dead see the living,

Do we take up all their space?
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You claim you're dry
Though yet it rains,
You think it's love
Though you are maimed.
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One, one:
The sky's undone,
The rain's come out to play.
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Do not be hurt
By happenstance things;
A wreck on the roadway,
Late-coming trains.
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I will let you inhabit your world
and live safely in your dreams,
and I will never invade or interfere
with you there.
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