Bea Early Poems

Love lingers, still and long
Like a song that repeats in my mind
Drumming quietly like tinnitus, constant,
Every morning I awake to the rhythm
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Aspen grove: lemon yellow, neon bright with the sun coming through from the west, trunks stacked like soldiers, olive drab in the shade, white as sailors in the sun.

Sky: clear dry blue, backdropp for leaves quaking in the autumn wind, leaves making sounds like a soft tambourine, leaves shimmering like gold for Danai, falling onto receptive earth.
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You are the father of my son
And when all is said and done
You were not the only one
But I will have to say I loved you.
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Arias, music of the stars
Drifting in infinite night sky
Opera stage and desert sands compete.
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Music is messenger.
If God has a voice
He speaks in vibration, in temperature, in time.
String, reed, percussion
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Desire spins a sticky silken web
Web of dreams
Dreams of perfect love
Dreams of water view
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The heart of love is courage,
The core of courage is love,
Without the one there is no other.
Love listens with courage to care,
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The lies, the tries were all we knew,
I leave again, leave hope for us behind,
Leave you to be whoever you are, wherever you are,
Leave fantasy of you,
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Your love is more than I can bear
It sears my soul
And turns my blood to white hot flame.
I weep boiling tears
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When at first love arrives nothing is clear,
A dark misty fog enfolds like a dream, a desire,
Perhaps longing fulfilled,
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