Thomas Holderfield

How silent is this spawnless, unending time before the breaking light does come...

Come to me sweetly, as does the dawn!
Swiftly, as darkness yields to light!
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The sea.
The sea...
In my reverie,
I seek my tea.
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There must be a place (but I've yet to find one)
beneath the Sol-drawn dawn of autumn skies
where cut-throat trout still find the heart to run
and the fullness of Summer's life never dies.
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Awake day dawners,
you sleepy yawners!
A new day dawns,
life's chasm yawns!
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I ended up a stalk one night.
A stalk of beans you see
How I did, I do not know
Unless of course in dreams.
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Vernon the aqua fox,
swim fast 'ere Summer's fall;
wade wide-streamed Autumn's lull.
Your rust red coat and socks
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Neaped by a circadian moon,
I'd reached for you in spring tide love,
you who under sighed lonely loon
and rose on drafts yon turtle dove.
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I Walked home one early June day,
down the shortcut path,

after buying more things I needed nought
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On the third day of Winter
I had three dreams (as I remember) .
It was late in 1993
when I plainly saw before me and thee:
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The winds blow cold now o'er a dark Aegean sea,
waves languorously lap this red Ionian shore
where ruins of fabled Illium lie heaped upon the sands.
My fading mind wanders back to days of you and me,
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'Daddy, what is Love? ', she said,
her flat chest unaware of future kisses.
Water dripping, flowing down blossoming curves of innocence,
each piercing green eye asked the same of him.
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QUIET SILENCE

There are several silences.
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My Hafez dream awoke me.

I walked beside a stream of diamonds and gold
then turned toward purple hills to see what I could be.
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The shortening days of lemonade summers
herald the green season's end
wherein the yellow dandelions fade
and columbines' scent is no longer sent.
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