Tony Vance Mason Poems

rug of my dreams, like a sofa
only flatter, hugs the wind for me.
between shades of rain passing through a bow, one airstream at a time,
we'll glide forward still and feel
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indigo skies filter through me
as I see you starring back, beautiful
like rays of light, bending through
crystalline water glasses
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shelves,
by foundation alone,
stick
out of walls coated thrice
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butterfly, be mine--
a ceaseless gush of the purest sunshine!
please remember the visions I had of you
when they appeared in shades so new.
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Our heart grew there
in the ocean of eternity
romantic and blissful as it may
Rise
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