Rebekah Gamble Poems

I'm here again,
but I am not afraid,
not any more.
This place
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I recognize these marks,
marks of that dark magic I knew so well,
and have learned to fear.
Suddenly the life around me is still.
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It’s something like a fire,
Consuming and burning.
It’s something like a flower
Blooming and wilting in its time.
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She has strength
and beauty.
she is blue sapphire
of clear glass falls.
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The water falls from my hair
with a steady, smooth,
drip, drip, drip.
It's a cool feeling on my skin
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In the golden spring of dawn
the Winter cracks in my memory.
The night air is still chilling
the last of the Spring's morning melody.
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In the darkest parts of night
I heard a heart
that sang a song like mine.
I housed it in an airy house
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This world is not so dark anymore;
you have been my lamp.
The sun is not so harsh anymore.
You are the beauty in the rain, in the snow.
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The rain falls on the roof
With a sound like comfort,
Steady and strong.
We lay here in bed
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Red robes of sorrow,
White in the moonlight;
White rain flesh;
Black soul full of fire;
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