Thomas Foreman Poems

The sword is drawn!
Lain in crystal,
From its once grounded scabbard
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A dragon of brass,
permeates a door through open space
Vesting upon an endless universe
Distant echoes promenade in rightful place,
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Brushed aside and torn,
Born on wind.
Chanced in air like a lambent seed,
Felled into the thickets.
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Angels endure the confusion of war.
Plush in timeless traverse,
Both sides, stitched in distress.
Someone dies,
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For the children in wait,
How they yearn to see
Molten to memory,
How they strive to be
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Beneath your frozen mind, to the currents that flow.
No more are thoughts as stilled and hidden,
Even underneath your boundary set below this dark sky,
Void of emotion, shaded in gray,
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While we wait and pause,
we see that meager space
in between the swallow of clouds
Constructed within a gaze,
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In the stillness of a quiet mind,
breaths in harmony as
free & kind.
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An opening of heart,
left somewhat ajar
Amatory blessings,
upon a sounding afar
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As we are told
Walk the ancient halls of our enchanting dreams
Thoughts in gold
Weavers of light threading sun & moonbeam
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