Chris Harris

Darkest green laden early to evening
Summer bows to memories still
Touched closer among us in being
Real as those who ever feel
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Forfeit the golden sun
Risen forever new
Within this moment torn
Changed as vacant rooms
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Silence raging falls
In flood its rivers valleys forge
Immortal sun dying
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Under the sun
Tomorrow dies tuneless
An overture of lies
Denied as sourceless stream
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Hide in an open field
Become a shadow camouflaged
As the stream in the wood unseen
Flowing freely on with the valley
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Stolen were the days
Naked in the dawn
Spreading as she fades
There to silence born
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In solemn fascination
Before the migrant past defiled
Superficial madness
Firm in vile dependence tied
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Across the green room
Unclosed the doors of summers full
Detained as stairways
Unsided still of days of nights
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Devices greater
With roles distracted play
Likeness in divide
Of ways confining chance
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Hereafter like a memory
Crying in a safe place
Day or night forever
Stolen with all alibi
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Venues for the damned
Calling from the longfield
Spiralling forever
Flawless in roads decyphered
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As suitors came remembered drawn
Unsilenced then of causes
Disguarded flown like banners past
Torn fragile, freed releasing
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Choosing time
With the frost of an ancient dawn
Faithless in decay
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To the fields so few beside us
Bright as if with dreaming
As she plays in the darkened sky
Rejoicing of solitude
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Full with speed reclaiment came
Powerless in time as lives of men
Like sails before the substituted sky
Empty of obsession
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Confined in vain
Along each road unturning
Straightest to the cultivated dream
In truth by its deception
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Behind the frozen wastes
The bitter taste so hollow
Hope for a secret place
No unseen face or shadow
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Here in a strange room
All of the sides of a world
Unbribed as though to perish
Dancing with tomorrow
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In time with another day
Empty as the stages
Like flags unfurled
Fallen to occasions fade
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As ever there
Like the garden in each morning
Growing still higher
Turning slow
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