Andrew Lockley

She's like the moon
And orbit my heart to lovers tune
On earth she's the only one
And still I look when nights gone,
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It was from seas of west
that blew the waves
from its mighty chest
blown over sandy graves.
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Your princess worthless on the sand
Dreams of charming to her hand,
To slate the dragon on her path
Slender silver and of wrath.
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Skies beneath black wings
That binds and lashes winds
Knight of the night ride dark
Brash flames rain to burn lark.
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Together we smile,
in my arms we hug,
precious all while,
brown eyes snug,
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Avalanched beneath, was a heart,
Cool and blue cause no beat at all,
In lovers eyes climbing left to fall,
Each kiss was of lustful impart.
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What would a world seem
If black and white the colour
All such would be supreme
And life to be much duller.
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The draft it muttered and gently grew,
Like moonlight was washing through,
But curtains shut and others slept,
And in my room this illuminate orb crept.
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The dark angels they've forsaken
White souls of pure perfection
Now night stalkers to awaken
And to collect in deception.
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Those summer nights bare the sun,
Will soon be nocturnal ever sleep,
Still the sleepers beneath have won,
Wither to slither the greens bleak.
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These feelings that you expressed,
Are tangled in somewhat a webbed mess,
The garden spiders home does the shining,
Clinging and grasp the heart I am winding.
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Happy to sandy beaches,
in my pale enough skin,
to redden like peaches,
but the sun-it was my sin!
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Tomorrow I know they rise,
The sun in the kingdom of skies,
As shall I walk on lavish land,
And perish the thought of sand,
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I look and ask but nothing I see,
Upon the mountain top weather,
White clouds as if a feather,
Through night then day I flee.
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Them trenchers feet with knees knelt,
his brown eyes of soil washes away,
soldiers some ran, some they felt,
grass fields, or graveyards gray.
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Her ore and shine she’s like the moon
To orbit these skies with lovers tune
Silvery splendor the nights only one
Moonlight it floods, till she’s gone
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The sky the cloud brings,
In turn she sulks and sings,
Tear drops of her sorrow,
Drips from her tomorrow.
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See I lean over the edge for who?
Forever to flight my butterflies,
To plight upon the ledge by you,
I thunder too, up mountainous skies.
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A kiss amidst this air strays,
Lingers in wait and rosy red,
Revives its eyes to tragic gaze,
Hopeless that all has shed.
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