Christian Thomas Scott Poems

By nightfall did we reach,
And so begin our destination.
As though I would, at least, assume it was a stable course.
Though unsteady was the travel.
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Words are but a shallow well,
With strength to delve within their source
Of power, in the heart and tongue, and long continuations.
Removing logic from the mind,
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Slipping sand dunes, ice cold sundown,
Windblown waves and soft-streaked bay.
I liked when you were better off and
Loving tiptoe tempest tales,
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Let us break our bread with travelers,
And feast on ashen ruin in the face of stolen graves.
To them a nighttime stroll is nothing more than simple footsteps,
A candle in the cradle of the sea.
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Tilted over sky and earth, as but a passing,
Till in grace and in an instant,
You have overthrown the river, as
A hiding place and refuge, for the lost.
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Some branches,
Worn with intermittent hands,
Have grown sturdy. In order that
Time might be spent
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she, in life so softly written,
moves between the lines, and lives,
surrounded by the wind,
so softly carried by the wind.
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Stopping by my way she did address me:
In such gentle spirits were those fleeting glances that she gave,
I should've stayed forever in her hands.
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Tell the falling winds
Who hold the hands of winter,
Of a newly rising age,
Under slowly setting sun.
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Moth bent flutters of a breath,
Yet silent as a whisper, on the wind,
And in the trees. Yet growing ever quietly.
Voices in the heights and in the mind,
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