ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

Crippled with anger

Crippled with fear
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As we speak, our minds race through
The hopes, the possibilities of just what might have been
Secretely, we thought that maybe after years apart
There may be that magic, that special moment
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Come walk with me thru' a field of dreams
Of wooded lanes and sunlit streams
Where rainbows light the path below
And Sunlite' beckons the flowers to grow
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You are the white star of twilight
The moon in the sky's far end
I shall lie down with thee…
Rise up with thee
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We walked for awhile together

side by side
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Listen to the still, quiet sounds
Can you hear their voices
feel their flow of peaceful, butterfly thoughts
as they land gently in your soul?
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Let the child in me come out to play
In that nudging bud of youth that still remains
Etch its frolic deep within my heart
So I will always remember
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I had a dream last nite, so vivid, so unfeighned
As you touched my face, my heart became unchained
An Angel with a pen, was writing down our script
You softly touched my skin and gently kissed my lips
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One, cold day in December...
The year was 1996
You walked into my life
Later on, with your kind, blue eyes,
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I remember it so well...
Almost, as if it were yesterday
Laying out in the backyard
of my parent's white,
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To the roof of the world the mighty eagle flies
Silently watching the Earth down below
They fly mile after mile, day after day
Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies
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Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves -
With the ocean's heaving winds blowing off her proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea...flowing quietly purple blue for now-
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Am I lost to thee forever?
The moon throws off thine light
I stumbled and fell along my way
Yet mine ear heareth thy voice still
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She seemed to be like a portrait...
Which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor
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We're awaiting a miracle...ssh,
She's asleep within the womb
One day we'll look into your beautiful face
Count all your fingers and toes
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It's every song I hear that speaks of love

It's every sun that sets with rapturous awe
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Why must there always be a pursuer and a pursuee
in this vast Universe we share?
The me of you and the you of me…
We just seem to confuse one another with the chase...
With all these games of love we play
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I seem to have lived my life in thrice written scrolls
flowing throughout the eternal winds
in bits and pieces of torn paper
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When the weight of the world wants to crush my soul
splintering my heart into tiny pieces
Sometimes, I'll just sit at my window -
staring through the glas
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