Willis Martyn

Your'e an alchemy of stardust,
with science in your hair.
Your absence is a presence,
when I turn but your'e not there.
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We place much
on
appearance.
Less
...

Fire up the sky with rocket sparks!
Release balloons!
Dance after dark!
Science is betrothed to Art!
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When we knew
there was so little time,
we didn't speak of it.
Instead,
...

To love,
and yet to let
go.
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Your eyes

Seaborne cyphers
coral lit
...

You passed from me
to memory,
with an ease I could not bare.
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Having spent his time
(Relatively speaking)
searching for
the one
...

...

Two thirty,
even the dawn chorus dreams,
and I restless awake.
Usual things;
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Small white cloud
rolling in warm translucent hue.

Your sun bleached fingers reach out to wordless blue.
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I'm tired of stars in poems
the romantic
dead of cliche'.
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