Patti Masterman Poems

The wind was whispering secrets
The trees were loath to tell,
So they wrapped them with their blossoms,
And left them where they fell.
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Heaven sweet and low
On a homemade counterpane;
Soft snoring, then all quiet again-
Love o'er us, come reign.
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In the dim light, the wainscoting is a wall
Rising up between you and me, that must be surmounted.
In the dim light, early morning mirrors are unfaithful
To what they see, trust is only an illusion.
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The self's the mind, that moves with stealth;
Of self, the soul is wholly wealth.
The soul's not something on a shelf,
The soul's the memory of itself.
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I'm a devil and an angel,
I'm unmitigated wealth;
The unexpected angle,
The weight of time itself.
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If you and I inside made love, we of the soft-hewn
never before heard, where the sky takes root,
wing-rolling the doors of the cypress open
our other hands busy tapping panes, where magic lives.
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Space was studded deep with stars,
Before temporal time was born,
As as the dinosaurs passed by,
We were the glint, some far God's eye.
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The water of raptures,
The deepness of rage,
The furious capture-
And opening cage.
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We turn toward the light,
For the dark we abhor;
The fire burns so bright-
And the night is a door.
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The stars come out to play
Just at the close of day,
Hide and seek behind the curtain-
With the moon, they'll soon be flirting.
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