Christopher Thor Britt

O’er the waters of time
My attention is quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side
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A summer’s walk on painted sand
Along the beach at night
The salty air may bring a chill
But your arms will hold me tight
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Tears shred this helpless soul inside
Held back to hide the pain
Like iced blades, they cut the ties
And mock these many faces
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Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
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Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams
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Barely is man alive before
Death comes to claim his bride.
Thus betrothed we must abide
Less willing, the groom to meet
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Beauty vane, oh maiden’s bower
Though night be far, still far away
How chance thee fly in early hour
To seek the light of day?
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The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
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I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
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The silent night sleeps as two hearts run in league
Each reluctant to raise the wakeful mist
The drear autumn sky is covered by mantle of night
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst
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An empty field, a broken tree
Divided left and right
Nature's course, an unseen force
As the storm passed in the night
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From silence comes silence
From solitude, a prayer
Running brings distance
Foolishness, a stare
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A cup of café almond mocha
On any given day means
There’s an angel sitting there beside me.
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The sharpest sight may blind become if
Sense is left behind
When Wisdom's tongue becomes dumb,
No mercy shall we find
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A raven, dark as sorrow’s dream
Sat perched upon a tree
His sable wings and golden eye
His gaze turned to the sea.
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Patient is the man whom
Time has hold of not
Hours fall an endless stream
Sand through the hourglass
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Fear abides where
Darkness hides the
Impossible and peculiar
Shadows cast o’er
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I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon
No words ride the night air, yet I hear her song and know her voice.
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Oh innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh barren calamity
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My bitter heart, a ghost that ever lingers at the edge of sight
First seeking, then fleeing as if by chancing that which it desires most
Might forever add permanence to its lonely sentence
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