(c) Colorofsky Poems

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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