T.A. Rosenbaum

We oft' will share those soft spun lores
'neath the care of that starry dome
Oh! The place our heart most adores
Far removed from those sundering shores
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It’s you I miss
And I promise this
A part of me lives in you
Tho’ never said, it’s true
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The sun was setting deep and fast
With it cold air blowing
A chill that sank straight to bone
Winter nights are growing
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A soft breeze blows through my soul
A child's breath on a dandilion's petal
and those seeds upon my heart settle
Can two oft' broke hearts make a whole?
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I'd wish'd you'd gone with me
When I travelled a road by the sea
with farset eyes and firmset heart aflame
I knew you couldn't be to blame
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I dreamed we shined into the night
Two stars who floated, shining bright
Giving peace in such a pure of light
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Why do you love me?
What is it that you see?
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I remember your essence
Your face, changed, but the in-between…
…us remains a chord and a long quiescence
Something more, though by eye unseen
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And when I saw the Dawn
Aurora's growing song
I, upon a twilight watered lawn
I, In darkness far too long
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I defy you from my marrow
Rectitude is my resistance
I stand apart to distance
To remove a part of chance
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Off it goes
Joyfully, singing, finding its desire, it settles
Keenly, kissing the gentle petals
But when the boreals blow
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Thanks be to strength, that keeps us in the long night
Thanks to weakness, with which, our soul learns right
Thank you beauty, a place of silence and light
Oh Beauty, you mute all else, make the spirit take flight
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Then
He told us of sadness, he taught us of pain
He showed us compassion, though in vain
He made us believe and brought to us home
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I write you words, you'll never read
My heart is yours, you'll never know
I give you my love, which you don't need
Every time, you turn and go
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There is a moment that emerges,
When beauty abounds, and sounds
Through all the thundering dirges
Shining radiantly bright, a light
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I lift my heart
I have no words, only hues
No words will do
What I have, I raise to you
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It is formless, a deep void unfathomable
Which is my pride and anger, that I cannot unseat
But their is a spring, its purity impregnable
Its waters the only safety from defeat
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The shore is quiet, the waves and gentle breeze
The night calls to me once more
Beneath the moon, do you remember?
How soon the stars in score
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I had a view of the east
And a tender petal floated in the breeze
Gently, softly, nothing else mattered in the least
At least, when its movements ceased
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What comes after here is purest truth indeed
That when a mind is vexed
with a heavy heart in need
From deep troubles
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