Chris Harris Poems

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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