(c) Colorofsky

Pink-edged clouds,
sunset sun.
Bedimming light.
New night begun.
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A walk of shadows,
crossing a mind of memory,
beneath a daytime sun,
under a full moonlit sky.
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You are my heart.
You are my soul.
Without you, I die,
a tumbleweed, an endless roll.
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The hills they call,
for the footsteps of the land,
to once again, once again,
walk them in unison.
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This lonely verse, an extension,
from what whispers, speaks inside.
The words, a piece by invention,
of what the heart cannot hide.
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Like dancers swaying with the breeze,
such is the life of standing trees.

Its woodlands patchwork countryside,
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Everything is growing high now,
with hints of Autumn everywhere.

By wooden, weathered picnic table,
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I touch the light,
knowing it is of all being.
I touch shadow,
knowing it is only seen
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To Miss, the words of Love,
to Miss the Hope of the next Day.
That face, smile, lips and eyes,
the Feeling of Touch and its Way.
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Not, to walk through life as another,
to walk through life, more, with the Heart.
Many steps taken by many travelers,
from one beginning, from one start.
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To join, with the beyond.
to the Inner Core that ties,
the Inner Core that bonds.
One, with the Eternal Ripple,
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To bridge—adjoin,
to the fabric of worth.
combine, entwine
in purpose, with earth.
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Narrow is the way to righteousness.
Broad the way to destruction.
Both paths they have been lived,
the innocence and its seduction.
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Wisdom, is of the quenching rain,
in awe the keen heart doth meld to.
Wise is the one that sees, who sees
the flower, embrace the morning dew.
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Goodbye echo, the time has come
your words are fading away.
Barely can we hear you now,
no longer do you choose to stay.
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Somewhere to go.
Through the many storms of life,
the rains, ice and snow.
With each step, with each tear,
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Many Whispers of the Night.
Many Days of Living Words.
Much Breath needing to be fathomed,
for destination the Heart moves towards.
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Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Steeples and church bells.
Birds flying by nest in nearby trees,
perhaps closer to where angels may dwell.
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Beneath the surface, love thou hast gone
as a sinking stone, to the bottom, below.
Worthless words, to be but a folly of time,
sentiment, drawn down with the undertow.
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Random breeze sweeping in
to catch, snatch, a brief look.
To move this place, just a moment,
a short glimpse of life's book.
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