Alexander Thomas Poems

Your eyes are deeper than clear skies,
In your eyes true love never dies,
Your innocent eyes can never tell lies,
In your eyes your lonely soul cries.
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Through the entrance stone,
Into another dimension I was thrown,
Pulled beneath mystical oceans,
Of swirling, torrid currents of emotions,
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Through golden pillars,
Over silver-threaded carpets,
Sat upon thrones wrought from the Earth,
Bathed in the glow of fire on nature's holy altar.
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In the grips of the dark night, I saw a most mysterious sight,
From outside of my window writhed a wistful, whistling wind,
My lace curtain like a ghostly veil, On moonlight seas a sail,
Doing an ethereal dance, behind a dazzling full moon grinned,
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I saw true love in your stare,
But in truth you did not care,
With exaltation I couldn't sleep,
From you I didn't get a peep.
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To what end this labyrinth of the heart,
From the mirror of dreams where did it start?
The glass opaque as aged reason blurred,
In the final reflection what will have stared?
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In the still time of the night,
With the day faded from sight,
I slide under my dream coat,
Faintly into twilight to float.
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Out from the duct of the eye of time,
The slow trickle of a widening river of emotion,
Meandering from the dusty heavens sublime,
From the first drop into a boundless ocean,
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The tea in the cup stirs,
As we forget our cares,
With a cloudy swirl,
The winding stairs curl.
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To life's reverent way the feather does fall,
Cast in a new pose I throw on this shawl,
As if a sculptor I chisel with my mallet,
As if a painter I mix colour from my palette.
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